(poetry diary 106) I wanted to publish this a few weeks ago to express some of the anger of the time, but it was in one of the many lists of poems to read after the election, (“Art in the Wake of Trump,” Molly McArardle, Brooklyn, November 15, 2016) and I read so many at once that I couldn’t find it again for a while.  This poem was cited by Brooklyn’s poet laureate, Tina Chang.


Taha Muhammad Ali, translated by Peter Cole, Yahya Hijazi and Gabriel Levin

At times … I wish
I could meet in a duel
the man who killed my father
and razed our home,
expelling me
a narrow country.