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Wednesday, February 22, 2012

52 Short Stories And Poems. " Voyager Dust" By Mohja Kahf

Mohja Kahf


Voyager Dust

When they arrive in the new country,
voyagers carry it on their shoulders,
the dusting of the sky they left behind
The woman on the bus in the downy sweater, 
I could smell it on her clothes
It was voyager dust from China
It lay in the foreign stitching of her placket
It said: We will meet again in Bejing,
in Guangzbou.  We will meet again.
My mother had voyager's dust in her scarves
I imagine her a new student like this woman on the bus,
getting home, shaking out the clothes from her suitcase,
hanging up, one by one, the garments from the old country
On washing day my mother would unroll her scarves
She'd hold one end, my brother or I the other,
and we'd stretch the wet georgette and shake it out
We'd dash, my brother or I, under the canopy,
its soft spray on our face like the ash
of debris after the destruction of a city,
its citizen driven out across the earth.
We never knew
it was voyager dust. It said:
We will meet again in Damascus,
in Aleppo. We will meet again.
It was Syria in her scarves.
We never knew it
Now it is on our shoulders too.


1999


By Mohja Kahf from Emails From Scheherazad, published in 2003 by University of Florida Press, Gainesville, Florida.


I will give my thoughts on this poem later.  I need to think about it some more.

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    1. The whole book Emails From Scheherazad is awesome. It tells the stories of people from Syria and their American children.

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