Hour of the Ox
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Hour of the Ox examines the multiplicity of distance, wanderlust, and grief at the intersection between filial and cultural responsibility. Desires are sloughed off, replaced by new ones, re-cultivated as mythos. These poems offer a complex and necessary new perspective on the elegiac immigrant song.
Marci Calabretta Cancio-Bello
Gabriele Pedull� (Rome, 1972) is professor of Contemporary Literature at the University of Rome 3 and visiting professor at Stanford. His books include a biography of the partisan-writer Beppe Fenoglio, a monograph on Machiavelli's theory of conflict, a co-edited three volume Atlas of Italian Literature and a best-selling anthology of partisan short stories, Racconti della Resistenza. For his first book of fiction, the prize-winning collection of short stories, Lo spagnolo senza sforzo (Spanish Made Simple) he was selected as one of the 10 best Italian writers under 40 by the literary supplement of Il Sole 24 Ore.
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Hour of the Ox - Marci Calabretta Cancio-Bello
Anti-Elegy
For my mother, who twisted her hair
every day into a knot held by
a wooden pin knobbed with jade.
For my father, who combed our island
looking for the most deformed trees,
measured water into the shallow bases
of his bonsai sprigs, waited years
for me to grow into my long fingers.
For Grandmother, whose skin smelled
of seaweed, who asked me always to eat
the sweet abalone porridge with her.
For what the sea gives up and asks
to be returned, for the tide.
For the water deer, who moved and mated
the night my brother first wept, as though
offering their own children to our grief.
For my brother, who did not die
no matter how many times we killed him.
—For we are not our own.
I
Old Country, New World
Although my sweaters were already rolled
and tucked around stone cooking pots,
packages of dried, flat squid and fish
in a borrowed, half-centuried suitcase,
Mama burned a bouquet of candles
that last night, plucking pearls from the cold
bowl of water to string on waxed red threads.
I said Americans do not barter, everything costs
exactly what it says. In silence
she clipped each loose end carefully, close
to the knots, with large, ancient shears.
Although I did not know it, Mama sewed
pearls into my skin: each vertebra, each
tooth and eyelash stitched in salt-laced dew
and the ash of incanted incense, strung
with the thread of old blood. She said white
is funerary back home. Red is for good luck,
still unraveling in her hands and across her lap.
Entire tapestries between us. Mama, don’t
miss me. I will eat enough, I said to the phone,
because I did, and didn’t, could still taste desire
taut as the skin of an umbrella over its ribs.
Here, darkness is pinned back like long, black hair
from the phosphorescence of this new city.
Enormous apples, umbral faces,
a thousand languages in the same breath.
Even the