Award Winners

Lucille Medwick Memorial Award - 2016

Kaveh Akbar


Reyhaneh Jabbari, a 26-year-old Iranian woman, was hanged on October 25th, 2014, for killing a man who was attempting to rape her.

the body is a mosque borrowed from Heaven     centuries of time

stain the glazed brick    our skin rubs away like a chip

in the middle of an hourglass        sometimes I am so ashamed 

of my sentience how little it matters        angels don't care about humility       

you shaved your head        spent eleven days half-starved in solitary

and not a single divine trumpet wept into song      now it's lonely all over 

I'm becoming more a vessel of memories than a person        it's a myth

that love lives in the heart       it lives in the throat we push it out

when we speak       when we gasp we take a little for ourselves 

in books love can be war-ending       a soldier drops his swordto lie forking oysters

into his enemy's mouth        in life we hold love up to the light

to marvel at its impotence         you said in a letter to Sholeh 

you weren't even killing the roaches in your cell       that you would take them up

by their antennae and flick them through the bars into a courtyard      

where you could see men hammering long planks of cypress into gallows 

the same men who years before threw their rings in the mud       who watered them

five times daily        who shot blackbirds off almond branches

and kissed the soil at the sight of sprouts       then cursed each other when the stalks 

which should have licked their lips withered dryly at their knees        may God beat

us awake      scourge our brains to life       may we measure every victory

by the momentary absence of pain       there is no solace in history      this is a gift 

we are given at birth     a pocket we fold into at death        goodbye now you mountain      

you armada of flowers         you entire miserable decade in a lump in my throat       

despite all our endlessly rehearsed rituals of mercy       it was you we sent on

From Calling a Wolf a Wolf (Alice James, 2017). All rights reserved. Reprinted with the permission of the author.

Yona Harvey on Kaveh Akbar

"Heritage" is a delicate apostrophe that touches upon Reyhaneh Jabbari's seven-year imprisonment in Iran. Jabbari was hanged in 2014 after being accused of murdering the man who tried to sexually assault her. With armor and grace, this poem questions the fate of an Iranian woman who defends herself against attack, and, perhaps, more broadly, the fate of any woman in danger of abuse in the world, caught on the side of the road, in a dark alley, or in the alleged safety of her community, her campus, or her own house. The poem's greatest power, though, rests in the humanitarian question it asks of its readers. What is the heritage of those who live among these women, which is to say, all of us? What is our responsibility? The poem treads the troubled waters of its questions: "sometimes I am so ashamed // of my sentience how little it matters… angels don't care about humility." In its final stanzas, "Heritage," reads somewhat like an epistolary—perhaps, the kind the late poet Agha Shahid Ali might have described as apparitional and held only in the imagination, having never been physically sent or received. One might argue that Reyhaneh Jabbari, "armada of flowers," waits in another time and place for more than "the momentary absence of pain" that the world has mistaken for victory. Hence, the poem implicates us all in Jabbari's death. The poem calls its readers to action, to interrogate the spaces between victories in which women are endlessly abused and "sent on" as Jabbari was sent on without justice.