I had the incredible pleasure of seeing Taha Muhammad Ali read at the University of Michigan on Nov. 8, 2007. The second to the last poem he read, "Revenge," was one of the most moving and powerful poems I've ever heard. For those who weren't at the reading or who would like to relive the experience, I found a video of Taha Muhammad Ali and Peter Cole reading at the  11th Geraldine R. Dodge Poetry Festival last year. The text of the poem, also available on that page, is below.
Revenge
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
into
a narrow country. 
And if he killed me, 
I’d rest at last, 
and if I were ready— 
I would take my revenge!
*
But if it came to light, 
when my rival appeared, 
that he had a mother 
waiting for him, 
or a father who’d put
his right hand over 
the heart’s place in his chest 
whenever his son was late 
even by just a quarter-hour 
for a meeting they’d set— 
then I would not kill him, 
even if I could.
*
Likewise ... I 
would not murder him 
if it were soon made clear 
that he had a brother or sisters
who loved him and constantly longed to see him. 
Or if he had a wife to greet him
and children who 
couldn’t bear his absence 
and whom his gifts would thrill.
Or if he had 
friends or companions, 
neighbors he knew 
or allies from prison 
or a hospital room, 
or classmates from his school …
asking about him 
and sending him regards.
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But if he turned 
out to be on his own— 
cut off like a branch from a tree— 
without a mother or father, 
with neither a brother nor sister, 
wifeless, without a child, 
and without kin or neighbors or friends, 
colleagues or companions, 
then I’d add not a thing to his pain 
within that aloneness— 
not the torment of death, 
and not the sorrow of passing away. 
Instead I’d be content 
to ignore him when I passed him by 
on the street—as I 
convinced myself 
that paying him no attention 
in itself was a kind of revenge.
Nazareth
April 15, 2006
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2 comments:
Hey D'Anne,
It's Carly. Fate has it that I also have a poetry blog (hooray?).
Anyway, I've been trying to find the text for this poem since the reading on Thursday, so thank you so much for digging this up!
Also, I've never been touched by a monkey... how does it feel?
I have a blog too. Yey.
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