What Sparks Poetry is a serialized feature in which we invite poets to explore experiences and ideas that spark new poems.  In our occasional series, Reprise, we republish some of the most loved essays from What Sparks Poetry’s archives. Each Monday's delivery brings you a poem from the author and an excerpt from their essay.
Sarah Ghazal Ali
the first inheritance          a puncture wound:

    where you detach from          your mother                    

       an undug grave           call it provenance

     in one language named           life source ڂواء                 

          eve. the period preceding             some say wife/mother of [     ]

                 but origin can't be           tethered to consequence

                                            an oculus           doomed to gape before a mirror

     my abdomen rounded           a line appeared            

  from navel to sex           linea nigra        

text appeared     ا             the first letter 

                  abjad            inferred,    ا 

     mammalian            I, matriline

   I did not want this           look how            

       it appeared           I multiplied

    from fragment           I bore            

          witness:           your body
from the book THEOPHANIES / Alice James Books
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Sarah Ghazal Ali on Language as Form


"'Matrilineage [Umbilicus]' sprung from this unsettledness, not halfway into my first pregnancy, when my body ceased to be entirely mine. I came to the page eyes closed, hands outstretched to trace the contours of my thinking. I could not yet trace the face of my child, so I tried instead to touch each thought as it was born."
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Rosmarie Waldrop: The Role of Silence in Poetry

"This lesson in leanness was taken into another dimension when I heard Robert Creeley read his poems. It was a revelation: he so clearly 'read' the silence at the end of each line without, however, letting the tension of the grammatical arc drop. This brought home to me that a poem is embedded in a matrix of silence. So that even if the words celebrate what is, each line acknowledges what is not."

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