Two Poems By Dady Chery: Olympics, Mare Nostrum
Dady Chery



The fastest runner
is a boy
who leans against a cardboard tent.
Thirst rattles
his legs.
His dry mouth

The greatest gymnast
is a girl
who now faces her favela.
Pregnant with
Her brown eyes

I will never hold my breath
as they defy space
with perfect timing.


Mare Nostrum

(For Andres)

A wave brought us a shell,
reclaimed it.
The sun melted,
in the embrace of sky and sea.
I held both of your hands
with the tips of my wings.
My feet felt so free,
they lifted from the sand.


Dady Chery grew up in an extended working-class family in Port-au-Prince, Haiti, and emigrated to New York at age fourteen.  She holds a doctorate, has traveled the world and lived in several European and American cities. She is a journalist, playwright, essayist and poet, and the Editor of Haiti Chery.

Copyright © 2012, 2013, 2014 by Dady Chery. All rights reserved.

Dady Chery

About Dady Chery

Dr. Dady Chery is a Haitian-born journalist, playwright, essayist, and poet. She is the author of "We Have Dared to Be Free: Haiti's Struggle Against Occupation." Her broad interests encompass science, culture, and human rights. She writes extensively about Haiti and world issues such as climate change and social justice. Her many contributions to Haitian news include the first proposal that Haiti’s cholera had been imported by the UN, and the first story describing Haiti’s mineral wealth.

One comment on “Two Poems By Dady Chery: Olympics, Mare Nostrum

  1. So touching, so poignant. “Pregnant with emptiness”, what a painful, yet beautiful kaleidoscope of emotions.

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