New Poetry in Translation: ‘In My Kitchen’
In My Kitchen
By Amer Badran
Translated by Badar Salem
At night,
in the morgue of my refrigerator:
a fish shrouded in aluminum foil,
five legs blown apart yesterday
in the chicken massacre.
An apple slaughtered away from its mother,
and dead oranges
Bottled like water in glass.
Pistachios preserved in syrup,
embalmed in an elegant tin.
Should I throw them away,
or drive away the flies?
In my kitchen,
at night,
how it frightens me
that dust should feast on dust.
في مطبخي
في الليل
في ثلاجة الموتى:
سمكٌ مكفّنٌ بورق القصدير
وخمس سيقان تطايرت بالأمس في مجزرة الدجاجْ.
تفاحة مذبوحة عن أمها
وبرتقالٌ ميتٌ
معبأٌ كالماء في الزجاج.
فستقٌ محنّطٌ بالقطر في صفيحةٍ أنيقةٍ.
أبعدُهُ، أم أبعد الذبابْ؟
..
في مطبخي
في الليل
كم يخيفني
أن يشبع التراب من ترابْ.
Amer Badran is Palestinian poet and doctor. He has six poetry collections.
Badar Salem is a Palestinian writer and editor based in Montreal.


November 9, 2026 @ 10:49 am
Terrifyingly poignant aspect of war, telling us that even the most mundane activities will set off grief-stricken associations in the fractured mind. It can also be read as a frame to W C Williams famous poem, in which opening a fridge door, under more normal circumstances of life, leads to quite a different type of memory.
November 9, 2026 @ 6:12 pm
What a marvelous poem, and what a assured translation: translating تراب as dust.