Simon & Schuster 2024
daydreaming w/ Bob Arnold
Grassland
Flax color patches of flash-flame
vast little grassland
disturbance come
in splinter light
intractable
*
morning dispersed
on encrusted earth
in gravel shade
casting mineral
hold given over
to whatever survives
*
misgiven views
in diagonal glare
to the far mount
above the patter
of pronghorn
luted beyond
the lashing Tyvek
house-wrap
from a single wide
exoskeleton
*
over winter disruption
given on proximity
long unbroken
underspread
of ground
in miles
to the great elevation
the other name
for eye and throat
for land tilt
delivery
*
here is the fiend
of family
ferocity
here is the god
to reversing
genesis
as again to grace
once-broken
blades of agave
with blooming
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Roberto Tejada
Carbonate of Copper
Fordham University Press, 2025
Dream 231
I saw Ibrahim Pasha emerge right out of his own statue
and go wandering from cafe to cafe, challenging the top
backgammon champions and defeating them one by one.
Dream 232
I found myself in the Al Ghouriya district and there were
twice as many police as civilians. I saw my father walking
toward me with a policeman on either side of him. I pan-
icked, thinking he was under arrest. But then he greeted
me and said: I see a policeman on either side of you, and
I'm afraid you've been arrested.
Dream 233
I found myself in our old house in El Abbassiya, with my
mother and sisters overcome with grief over the death of
our faithful and much-loved dog. I had only ever seen them
in such a state when the dearest to us had passed away.
Dream 234
I saw myself as the proprietor of a large farm around which
I had built a modern village with clean running water and
electricity. There was also a hospital, a school, a mosque,
and a church. I'd doubled the wages of the workers. Then
the warden of the district came to tell me: You stand accused
of showing up the neighboring landlords and, therefore, of
inciting anarchy and revolt among the innocent peasants.
Dream 235
I found myself in a group of young men listening to Osman
Bouzi, the most prominant producer of perfumes during
my youth: he was calling on us to boycott foreign goods.
My father told me, sitting cross-legged on his prayer rug:
That's all very well, but we haven't yet manufactured the
most essential products. I told him: Well, let's start with
what is possible.
Dream 236
I saw myself entering a new apartment, with the doorman
leading the way. Then he was nowhere to be seen. I became
homesick and wanted to leave, but I couldn't find my way
out. Voices, offering guidance, began to direct me. Some-
times they said to turn right and other times left. I called
out to the doorman, and then I called out to my family.
Darkness fell, everything was confusion. And yet, some-
how, I never altogether lost hope.
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Naguib Mahfouz
I Found Myself . . .
translated by Hisham Matar
New Directions, 2025
Our Land
(Poem for a Decorative Panel)
We should have a land of sun,
Of gorgeous sun,
And a land of fragrant water
Where the twilight is a soft bandanna handkerchief
Of rose and gold,
and not this land where life is cold.
We should have a land of trees,
Of tall thick trees,
Bowed down with chattering parrots
Brilliant as the day,
And not this land where birds are grey,
Ah, we should have a land of joy,
Of love and joy and wine and song,
And not this land where joy is wrong
Oh, sweet, away!
Ah, my beloved one, away!
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Langston Hughes
Blues in Stereo
Legacy 2024