Whether writing ghazals or haibuns or unpacking the brutality of recent historical events, Mukherjee’s Dialect of Distant Harbor is a hybridic journey of storytelling, translations, reportage, lyrical unfoldings, and acts of witness. Language and lineage take center stage as the palimpsest of memory, history, and utterance is explored. Though steeped in elegies for the dead, Mukherjee’s book is also praise-filled and empowering as she guides us through a detailed terrain of muslin petticoats, Weird Al, Calcutta heat, and “black / diamonds under bare feet,” as well as the rich odors of smeared chutney, woodsmoke, and ink. By the end, I feel Mukherjee’s “benediction / in the prickle of my scalp.”

—Simone Muench, author of Orange Crush and Wolf Centos

Among contemporary poetry exploring the complicated subject of “where I’m from,” Dipika Mukherjee’s work stands out in these frank, fast-moving, and musical poems. She takes us into worlds of food, fragrance, and “goddesses,” as well as “women / who bury infant girls in the ground, into / milk vats to drink until they drown.” Her poems reside in Chicago, Calcutta, Delhi, and Door County, Wisconsin, as intimate as they are political. A woman relaxes on a downtown sidewalk enjoying an impromptu concert by a street musician, and a mother arriving at Chicago’s O’Hare Airport is panicked when her nine-year-old son is led away for an inspection of his “foreign passport.” A poem takes its epigraph from the widely publicized gang-rape and murder of a young woman on a bus in Delhi in imagining a communal shawl “stained” by physical evidence and memory worn by all women who experience sexual violence. As a poet with a doctorate in sociolinguistics, Mukherjee enjoys and honors languages, occasionally mixing in Bengali, her “magic chalice.” She has a well-tuned ear and feel for form, knowing when to write in tight, alliterative lines, when to swing across the page, and when to write in the prose of a haibun. Reading this book is a sensory pleasure. 

—Debra Bruce, author of Survivors’ Picnic, What Wind Will Do, and Sudden Hunger, winner of the Carl Sandburg Award

Mukherjee’s latest poetry collection is penetrating. Dialect of Distant Harbors is an intercontinental and reflective sheaf of poems on aging, illness, faith, and family written in a keen diasporic music. Mukherjee is skilled in various poetic forms. Her vision is clear and her sensory awareness of the stuff of human experience is stunning. As she says, “sometimes the third eye is a camera, / sometimes a fist to the heart.”

—Maya Marshall, author of All the Blood Involved in Love

In Dialect of Distant Harbors, Dipika Mukherjee’s masterful lyricism and storytelling complicate the immigrant narrative: “hundred is the sum of me . . . I have a hundred ways to be.” From her native Delhi to her adoptive Chicago, to New Zealand, Kuala Lumpur, and beyond, her poetic kaleidoscope refracts the self like “the light / of many Buddhas carved into stone, holy and potent.” Lush, fierce, and tender, these poems sing of family and childhood, love and loss, while grappling with cultural identity, migration, womanhood, and race. If, as Czeslaw Milosz says, language is the only homeland, then to read this book is to rediscover that beloved yet elusive soil, and “to live again / in that house on stilts, taste / the sharpness of anchovies / dried on bamboo vines.” 

—Angela Narciso Torres, author of What Happens Is Neither, Blood Orange, winner of the 2013 Willow Books Literature Award for Poetry, and To the Bone