Hello readers! Every week, the BOA staff shares one of our favorite poems from our over 300 collections of poetry. This week's poem is a selection from Lighthouse for the Drowning by Jawdat Fakhreddine.

A selection from "September"

3.
The garden of September comes to me
and dozes on my sight,
trembling with fatigue
in the small sky,
that which rapturously glitters
on the green leaves,
a sky that drags its robe
over the trees.
September comes to me.
I sit up and face it
with dreamful things
a book, a pack of cigarettes,
a cup of tea, and a bit of evening
scattered,
surprised and bewildered by the cold.
I face it free and transperent.
I rise to it.
The garden of September,
woven of imaginings,
a temptation like all beginnings.
(9/7/1991)

BOA is honored that Jawdat will travel from Beirut to read and discuss his work along with his co-translator, Huda Fakhreddine, at this year's Dine & Rhyme fundraiser gala on October 20. We hope you can join us!