Poems by two poets from Iraqi Kurdistan

Three Poems by Hero Kurda

You in Me

On the shore of the warm sea
I stand
My heels kiss your shores
I lift my dress to my knees
A wave
Tosses your pearl to me

Stretch out a hand
You grow in me
Turn out the light
We become three

Letting Go

In the mirror
I see my mother’s broken face
I grab lipstick
There are scents of things of people

A crack keeps me from myself
Mother’s hands
Fall on my shoulders

The scent of hands
And my scent blend
So, I am broken
In the mirror

The lipstick falls to the floor and
In the cracked mirror
I become my mother’s memory

Untitled

I hold the pistol to my heart
My hand over a place in my mind
One two three
When I know you are here
The numbers reverse
Three two one
My finger loosens

Men
Always
Disturb my work

 

Hero Kurda, a pen name she chose, was born Hero Husam ad-Din in Kirkuk in 1989. She has published two books: I Burn in the Season of Flight (2008) and I Write Yusif (2013). In 2017 she received her master’s degree in contemporary literature from Charmo University. She currently lives and works as a teacher in Kirkuk. She is a mother of a little girl.

Alana Marie Levinson-LaBrosse is a poet, translator, and co-director of the Kashkul research, preservation, and translation collective. She has lived and worked in Iraq since 2011. The Dictionary of Midnight, a book of her Abdullah Pashew translations, is forthcoming from Phoneme Media in summer 2018.

Pshtewan Kamal Babakir is an archivist, filmmaker, and translator at Kashkul.

Shene Mohammed is the assistant director at Kashkul, where she also works as an archivist, translator, and literary critic.

 

Three Poems by Sherko Bekas

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Answer

After Halabja* suffocated,
I wrote a long complaint to God
Before everyone,
I read it to a tree.
The tree cried.
From one side, a bird, a postman,
Said, “All right, who will deliver it?
If you are expecting me to take it,
I won’t reach Gods throne.
Late that night,
My angelic poem, dressed for mourning,
Said, “Don’t worry.
I will take it to the heights
Of the atmosphere.
But I won’t promise
He will take the letter Himself.
You know, the Great God
Who can see Him?
I said, “Thank you. Fly.”
My angelic inspiration flew
With my complaint.
The next day, it was returned.
God’s fourth secretary down,
A man by the name of Obaid,
At the bottom
Of the very same complaint,
Wrote to me in Arabic:
“Idiot, make it Arabic.
People here don’t know Kurdish.
They won’t take it to God.”

*Translator’s note: On March 16, 1988, as part of Anfal, Saddam Hussein’s military campaign against the Kurds of Iraq, Halabja withstood a chemical-weapons attack. The largest directed against a civilian population in history, it has been recognized as an act of genocide by the Iraqi High Criminal Court.

Gods

In the year of ’88
All the gods
Could see
The villagers’ bodies
Spitting as they burned,
But none moved.
Only to light
The cigarettes on their lips
Did they incline their heads
To those fires.

Clothes

Bekas* used to say,
“Each joy I wear
Its sleeves are either
Too short or too long,
Too loose or too tight
On me.
And each sorrow I wear
Fits as if it were made for me
Wherever I am.”

* Translator’s note: Bekas here refers to the poet’s father, Faiq Bekas, a famous poet in his own right.

Translations from the Kurdish

Sherko Bekas (1940–2013) published over twenty books and served as the founding chair for Sardam, a major publishing house in Iraqi Kurdistan. In his twenties, he joined the Peshmerga and fought the Baathist regime. Under severe political pressure, he sought asylum in Sweden from 1987 to 1992. His poems have been translated into Arabic, Swedish, Danish, Dutch, Italian, French, and English.

Alana Marie Levinson-LaBrosse is a poet, translator, and co-director of the Kashkul research, preservation, and translation collective. She has lived and worked in Iraq since 2011. The Dictionary of Midnight, a book of her Abdullah Pashew translations, is forthcoming from Phoneme Media in summer 2018.

Halo Fariq is a prolific translator from English to Kurdish. He also serves as a three-star captain in the Peshmerga.

Feature painting: Ismail Khayat, A Girl, 2015, Sulaimani, 40 x 27, acrylic paint and colored pencils on paper

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