For the Indian American poet, one language was never enough. Yet, her words never fail us. Just before she turned 5, Meena Alexander left India for the first time. “That first ocean crossing obsesses me. I think of it as a figuration of death. Losing sense, being blotted out, thrown irretrievably across a border,” Alexander wrote in her 2003 memoir Fault Lines. Alexander was devastated to leave and sat “mute, wordless” on the ship. She resented her mother for taking her away.