“Meditative, precise, and abundant with mystery, Tanella Boni’s poems are alive with the breath of the world. They are fierce, prayerful, experimental, and lamenting-filled with movement, the songs of small things, ‘the time of sobbing the long blues,’ her ‘woman’s skin’ and ‘woman’s memory.’ Todd Fredson’s translations bring such gorgeous and complex lucidity from Boni’s French into English.”-Aracelis Girmay, author of <i>The Black Maria</i> “The negotiation in language, politics, history, gender, and identity is at the heart of this extraordinary translation of Tanella Boni’s poetry. . . . [Translator] Todd Fredson is becoming a reliable guide across the borders of language that impede the conversations that should be going on between African poets and readers, and poets and readers from around the world. He is doing so with care and sensitivity. Tanella Boni has published prolifically in French. We welcome such translations for what they give to us, for the way they expand the journeys of our collective selves.”-from Chris Abani’s foreword
What would it mean for the borders that segregate-for these social, political, cultural, personal, and historicizing forces that enshroud us-to lose their dominion? In a body under constant threat, how does the human spirit stay afloat? Boni’s poetry is characterized by a hard-earned buoyancy, given her subject matter. Her empathy, insight, and plainspoken address are crucial contributions to the many difficult contemporary conversations we must engage.
Translator’s Note: At Exile’s Terminus
Words Are My Preferred Weapons
The Path of Ephemeral Lives
Memory of a Woman
What Needs to Be Said
Might Take the Dreams as Well
Those Who Are Afraid of Naked Women
The Ladder and the Spark