On Edward Said

On the fourth anniversary of Edward Said’s passing, Randa Jarrar has posted a poem/appreciation she wrote for him. Here are the first two stanzas:

It’s been four years and a day.
I like the way you wrote about bellydancers,
Tahia Carioca, who couldn’t tell you how many men she’d married.
When you asked her,
She could only utter a shrill


And I love the way you wrote
about those who wrote badly about bellydancers,
Oriental feet and jingles
and finger cymbals.
Edward, I wanted to meet you, wanted to fete you,
to talk about lost houses and lost selves and bellydance
with you.
What else would we have talked about?


Read the poem in full here.