New Year

By Dilruba Ahmed Dilruba Ahmed
Last night something
            tunneled through the elms.
But at sunrise,
            I found just white light
biting my eyelids, salt
            rubbed on a wound.
Batons of ice
            fell from power lines,
soundless but still emphatic.
            Then the rain
churned the snow to soap
            scum, waxing cars with
winter’s lichen, patchy
            in the strange
uneven fur of newborns.
            And still, I was childless.
One cardinal
            lodged on a branch:
a blood-drop
            striking water
before the slow dispersion.

Dilruba Ahmed, “New Year” from Dhaka Dust. Copyright © 2011 by Dilruba Ahmed. Reprinted by permission of Graywolf Press,

Source: Dhaka Dust (Graywolf Press, 2011)

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Poet Dilruba Ahmed

POET’S REGION U.S., Mid-Atlantic

Subjects Living, Life Choices, Nature, Trees & Flowers, Winter

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Dilruba Ahmed is the author of Dhaka Dust (Graywolf, 2011), winner of the Bakeless Literary Prize for poetry awarded by the Bread Loaf Writers’ Conference. Her poetry has appeared in Blackbird, Cream City Review, New England Review, New Orleans Review, and Indivisible: Contemporary South Asian American Poetry

Of her first book, a Hyphen Magazine reviewer observed, “What’s so promising about Dhaka Dust is precisely that Ahmed . . .

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SUBJECT Living, Life Choices, Nature, Trees & Flowers, Winter

POET’S REGION U.S., Mid-Atlantic

Poetic Terms Free Verse

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