[My soul has sailor’s mange]
My soul has sailor’s mange,
and I’ve got plowman’s calluses.
Eyes kept closed
so that nothing is seen before dreaming:
every fluid fate knows
the weight of what it reflects!
Gong and sistrum, handbell and Santal drum
before prenatal doubt:
the sea impregnates my memory with song.
* * *
[Insular, insula, Insulindia]
Insular, insula, Insulindia,
I couldn’t hear, I will not align the words
(you killed me so much to hurt me).
Quay-bound careening cargo hold.
Carriage of stars,
so many dreams to purge of stones.
I didn’t touch your flame
to avoid caresses:
insufflated scalped insufficient,
I’ve wished so long to be a man of every race.
And I heard myself fall
into the haze.
* * *
[Dreams of coolies]
Dreams of coolies, rust of pulleys
strewn with ropes for unruly waves
so many shadows to load dried spices
and wrack your backs with bullwhip kelp.
* * *
[And throw death to the wind]
And throw death to the wind.
Any cascade of gold in the dead of night
is not your only tattoo of eyes,
the schooner that leaks all the salt.
Khal Torabully is a Mauritian and French poet, who has coined the concept of “coolitude.” He has has won several literary awards, including Lettres-Frontière (Switzerland), Prix du Salon du Livre Insulaire](France) and Prix Missives (France).
Nancy Naomi Carlson is a poet, translator, and editor, as well as a recipient of a literature translation fellowship from the National Endowment for the Arts.