Agha Shahid Ali
Agha Shahid Ali Poems
|1.||A History Of Paisley:||6/16/2012|
|2.||K. L. Saigal||6/16/2012|
|13.||I See Chile In My Rearview Mirror||1/20/2003|
|15.||Even The Rain||1/20/2003|
|16.||The Wolf's Postcript To 'Little Red Riding Hood'||1/20/2003|
The Wolf's Postcript To 'Little Red Riding Hood'
First, grant me my sense of history:
I did it for posterity,
for kindergarten teachers
and a clear moral:
Little girls shouldn't wander off
in search of strange flowers,
and they mustn't speak to strangers.
And then grant me my generous sense of plot:
Couldn't I have gobbled her up
right there in the jungle?
Why did I ask her where her grandma lived?
As if I, a forest-dweller,
didn't know of the cottage
under the three oak trees
and the old woman lived there
As if I couldn't have swallowed her years before?
And you may call ...
Even The Rain
What will suffice for a true-love knot? Even the rain?
But he has bought grief's lottery, bought even the rain.
"our glosses / wanting in this world" "Can you remember?"
Anyone! "when we thought / the poets taught" even the rain?
After we died--That was it!--God left us in the dark.
And as we forgot the dark, we forgot even the rain.