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Madragana Wears Her New Name

Madragana wears her new name
tight under the chin and scrubbed of all
impure exotica: such a short
syllable, a stub, a stutter, and
it hobbles her. Maior, she has become,
or Mor, for short, a Christian name, all dots,
no dashes, all staccato. Her steps
are circumspect, tidy. She walks
a dotted line but won’t sign anything.

A name should sashay across a room,
should swing its syllables and sway its consonants
and toss its vowels. A name should be a dance
out the door and over a dazzle of sand
in time to the phrases of the oud.

For your immortal soul, he said, standing
Godfather. He knows she knows she has
no immortal soul. Neither does he,
although he’s a good man and a good king.
Bad husband, though, but not her husband, though.
His ear is to the ground, and the ground
rumbles. She knows he knows she knows
he’s thinking of the children. But her new
name hangs stiff as penitential garb
under the Algarvian sun.

Nancy Vieira Couto

"Madragana Ben Aloandro, later Maior or Mór Afonso (Faro, Algarve, Portugal, born c. 1230), was a woman from the Algarve known as a mistress to king Afonso III of Portugal, in the 13th century, when he ended the Reconquista in Portugal by taking Faro in 1249. Faro was at that time the last part of the Kingdom of the Algarve still in Muslim hands, and there her father was the Qadi." https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Madragana

The poem was first published in Writers of the Portuguese Diaspora in the
United States and Canada: An Anthology, edited by Luis Gonçalves and Carlo Matos
(Boavista Press, 2015)

Nancy Vieira Couto has been poetry editor of Epoch since spring of 2000. She lives with her husband, Joe Martin, in an old house on South Hill in Ithaca, New York. When not writing poetry or blogging or swabbing her cheek for yet another DNA test, she loves to travel, either virtually or actually. At this very moment she is (virtually, not actually) walking to Istanbul along the route of the Venice Simplon-Orient-Express.




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Excerpt from:
The Atlantic, June 1961

The original significance of this word has long been blurred by dishonest or facetious usage. The Muse, or Mountain Mother, whom the preclassical Greeks worshiped on Parnassus and other sacred peaks, seems to have inspired the poet in much the same sense as the loa gods of Haiti now “ride” their devotees. And, although by Homer’s time her invocation had become a mere formality, subservice to the Muse has ever since been avowed by counterfeit poets in the service of politics, learning, or the church. True possession has occurred sporadically down the centuries as a phenomenon that can neither be provoked or foreseen. (go to entire article)


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