Ariana Benson

the Atlantic Ocean, 1619

Now let come two who are chained
in hand, in heart. Two who, as dowry,
offer a forever without end. Albatross
and gannet circle on high, pealing
like carillon bells. The white oak gunwale
shredded by rabid brine: your broom to jump.
What sharks do not clamor in the surf
commune under the hull, waiting to adorn
your necks with gum-sprung pearls. The waves
weave an aisle of white horses and foam;
upon it, flowery seagrass floats. Come,
while the billows surge, the froth soft
and warm. While foul minds lie blank.
A body of water is, in the end, but a field
in which you cannot be shackled. Know
yourselves, now, as but souls clothed
in skin, saying I do in refusal, as one
above the arched break. The skim waxes.
The altar glistens, starlit. The cowries reel,
throw themselves at your feet. Be now blue
maroons. Unbound by time or tradition,
you took vows a fortnight ago: a sightless swear
uttered in dungeon murk. A promise made
before a thousand sighing silhouettes.
Remember the gaze you learned to trust
absent light, how it returns yours
with equal urgency. How you studied
your betrothed's face with your thumbs—
a love that knows no blind faith is none
at all. A love that knows nothing
but ocean is one they cannot drown.
from the journal THE GEORGIA REVIEW
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 My collection "Black Pastoral" seeks to hold both the brutality and the beauty that simultaneously characterize Black folks' relationship with the natural world. In using the epithalamion, a form written in celebration of a wedding, to depict the Middle Passage, during which many enslaved Africans leapt from captors' ships into the ocean below, I hoped to hold to the light a drop of such beauty awash in the brutal waters of our shared history. 

Ariana Benson on "Epithalamion in the Wake" 
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"Ultimately, I am enraptured by Theophanies’ ability to present a faith so uninterested in grace. A gritty faith that interlocks generations of legendary women, from Hajar to Sarah to Maryam, a faith that allowed those women to survive and allows the spirits of other women, like Nabra Hussanen of the poem 'When Nabra Hassanen Wakes Up In Jannah,' written after Hussanen was murdered in Virginia in 2017 in an incident widely considered to be a hate crime, to rest."

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