Amiri drifts from the tongue like a ribbon of dusk-pink cloud over the Amalfi coast, its roots sunk deep in the Arabic amir, “prince” or “commander,” and softened by that affectionate i until it whispers “my sovereign” to any child, boy or girl, who wears it. From spice-scented souks to Swahili shores, then over the Atlantic to cafés where espresso froths beneath Tuscan-gold light, the name keeps its velvet cadence—ah-MEE-ree to native Arabic ears, ah-MEER-ee to American ones—yet always arrives with the same quiet majesty. In the United States it has climbed the charts like a grapevine up an old stone wall, sprouting from a handful of babes in the 1970s to more than five hundred newborn Amiris last year, each tiny ruler wielding nothing fiercer than a gummy smile. Literary lovers may hear an echo of the electric poet Amiri Baraka, while dreamers simply feel the promise of leadership wrapped in silken syllables. Nobility, creativity, and a dash of la dolce vita—all of it fits, effortlessly, inside this three-beat jewel of a name.
| Amiri Baraka was an influential American writer whose poetry, drama, and essays are defining texts for African-American culture. |