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Three Poems from Lebanon

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ID5012526
AuthorsMohamad Nassereddine (0000-0001-6748-7368), Huda J Fakhreddine
Year2020
Volume94
Issue2
Pages25-25
Publication date2020-01-01
Open AccessNo
TypeARTICLE
VenueWorld Literature Today (JOURNAL)
Journal identifiersISSN: 0196-3570 • E-ISSN: 1945-8134
PublisherProject MUSE (PUBLISHER • US)
DOI10.1353/wlt.2020.0086
OpenAlexW4205374708
LanguageEN

Mohamad Nassereddine was born in 1977 in South Lebanon. He is the author of seven poetry collections, the most recent of which is Cages in Search of Birds (Dar al-Nahda al-Arabiyya, 2019). He holds a PhD in medical engineering and teaches at the Lebanese University. He is also a translator and cultural journalist who regularly publishes interviews, translations, and reviews in the cultural appendix of the Lebanese newspaper Al-Akhbar. Huda J. Fakhreddine is an assistant professor of Arabic literature at the University of Pennsylvania. She is the author of Metapoesis in the Arabic Tradition (Brill, 2015). Three Poems from Lebanon by Mohamad Nassereddine An Offering O Leaves, O Flowers! We hold you in our hands as offerings. We stir in you the ruin of winter, the swell of summer. Say a little something, when we tremble. We have no need for you if you were only leaves and flowers. War I. Behind the windowpane, a cherry in my mouth, I then fold on myself like an oyster and the fear disappears: That whistling was the wind. It is wise enough to know when to fly by and where to sting. II. Death passes followed by the photograph. Picasso postpones time and the negative pins it down like a nail. A Letter to Faulkner It is not about the sound and the fury but about something infinitely gentle, something infinitely calm: You lie with your face toward language, and it touches you like bunny noses in a fairy tale. Close your eyes, if you were lonely, if you were sad, or open them a leaf or two, if happy, an augury of spring. The letters split like half loaves of bread. The letters unite like a rib cage full of love. It is not about the sound and the fury. Only falcons screech and riot and bleed death. Poetry, my beloved, is the fish of your eighth miracle in a lake gently dancing as you sleep. Translations from the Arabic By Huda J. Fakhreddine POETRY WORLDLIT.ORG 25 PHOTO: EVIE SHAFFER / UNSPLASH

Arabic · Art · Art history · Linguistics · Literature · Media studies · Newspaper · Poetry · Sociology · History · Middle East Politics and Society · Philosophy

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