My Daughter Charity Thinketh No Evil

By Farid Matuk Farid Matuk

After Herman Melville

Glad, on
time pennies
click hard
at your teeth

everyone is throwing them

Gathered about you in a circle
on the deck
everyone is catching them
a blue flame about their heads cocked back
               over the railing

Glass
you think
in the middle
and wheat stands from which time
is made

on the upper decks’
passing of the banks

That’s not the brittle
moment above you

On shore, leaves turn
their gray
sunless sides
every which way

The riverboat
is very small

it will never get here

Source: Poetry (May 2014).

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This poem originally appeared in the May 2014 issue of Poetry magazine

May 2014
 Farid  Matuk

Biography

Farid Matuk was born in Peru to a Syrian mother and a Peruvian father, and has lived in the U.S. since the age of six. Matuk is the author of This Isa Nice Neighborhood (Letter Machine Editions, 2010), recipient of an honorable mention in the 2011 Arab American Book Award, finalist for the Norma Farber First Book Award, and chosen by Geoffrey G. O’Brien for recognition in the Poetry Society of America’s New American Poets . . .

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POET’S REGION U.S., Western

Poetic Terms Free Verse

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