Aria Aber
Over Skype, I try to document my mother's
bald-shaved youth — she has a surplus in truths,
and science has proven what it had to prove:
every helicopter-screech I dreamed of was my mother's first.
Rippling my dumb hand, I wake up in childhood's crypt,
where prayer is keyless as a foreign laugh overheard
and on the Masjid's cobalt globe a ghost . . . an angel?
No, no . . . who am I kidding. When I say God,
what I mean is: I can barely stand to look
at my mother's face. So, what if I've never seen
what she's seen. I took the shape of her two hundred
and six bones — I did not choose her eyes. Did not
choose to masticate the ash of witness,
her crooked smile disclosing a swarm of flies,
Yes, missiles hailed there, named after ancient gods.
Hera — a word of disputed root — maybe from Erate,
beloved. And because my beloved is not a person
but a place in a headline I point to and avert my gaze,
I can now ask: would I have given up my mother for an alyssum
instead of asylum? Or one glass of water that did not
contain war? Her wound isn't mine, yet what I needed most
was our roof to collapse on her like earth around stones.
Rain, the hard absence of skin. The silence of it —
no gust in my goddess. No artificial wind.
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Lee Bennett Hopkins, Champion of Children's Poetry, Dies

"Mr. Hopkins was famed in the children’s book world for championing poetry as well as for the sheer volume of his output. Beginning in the late 1960s he published more than 100 anthologies over a half-century...Last year he and the Metropolitan Museum of Art published World Make Way: New Poems Inspired by Art From the Metropolitan Museum of Art, featuring 18 poets."

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"In a 1987 interview that appeared in the Partisan Review, the Polish poet Zbigniew Herbert said, 'It is vanity to think that one can influence the course of history by writing poetry. It is not the barometer that changes the weather.' With that metaphor, we are asked to see poetry as a gauge, a measure, a tool, a way of understanding the nature of phenomenon.
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