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Self-Portrait with Woman on Subway by Hayan Charara

Self-Portrait with Woman on Subway
Hayan Charara

Across from me she
was crying badly, everyone
around her looking
into their laps trying
to pretend they did not notice.
So unashamed
in her grief she wept
like the N line
was a room in her apartment
and the afternoon
would last forever.
Twenty years on,
I could’ve said something,
anything—
“The red of your scarf
is beautiful.”

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These Trees, Those Leaves, This Flower, That Fruit

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This poem appeared in These Trees, Those Leaves, This Flower, That Fruit by Hayan Charara, published by Milkweed Editions, 2022. (Available direct from Milkweed Editions • Also on: AmazonBookshop)

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Kingsley Tufts Poetry Award Finalist

A thoughtful new collection of poems, one that deconstructs the deceptively simple question of what it means to be good—a good person, a good citizen, a good teacher, a good poet, a good father.

With These Trees, Those Leaves, This Flower, That Fruit, Hayan Charara presents readers with a medley of ambitious analyses, written in characteristically wry verse. He takes philosophers to task, jousts with academics, and scrutinizes hollow gestures of empathy, exposing the dangers of thinking ourselves “separate / from [our] thoughts and experiences.” After all, “No work of love / will flourish out of guilt, fear, or hollowness of heart.” But how do we act on fullness of heart? How, knowing as we do that “genocide is inscribed in our earliest and holiest texts”?

Thoughtful but never preachy, Charara sits beside us, granting us access to life’s countless unglamorous dilemmas: crushing a spider when we promised we wouldn’t, nearing madness from a newborn’s weeping, resenting our lovers for what happened in a dream. “Good poems demand to be written from inside the poet,” we are reminded. And that is where we find ourselves here: inside a lively and ethical mind, entertained by Charara’s good company even as goodness challenges us to do more.
“I knew / I envied his rapport with God / and hoped his prayers / would keep my plane aloft.”” (Source)

ABOUT HAYAN CHARARA

The son of Lebanese immigrants, Hayan Charara grew up in Detroit, Michigan. He is a poet, children’s book author, essayist, and editor. He earned a BA in English from Wayne State University, an MA in humanities from New York University, and a PhD in literature and creative writing from the University of Houston. He is the author of the poetry collections The Alchemist’s Diary (2001), The Sadness of Others (2006), Something Sinister (Carnegie Mellon, 2016), and These Trees,(more)

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