Agha Shahid Ali
Agha Shahid Ali Poems
|1.||A History Of Paisley:||6/16/2012|
|2.||K. L. Saigal||6/16/2012|
|4.||I See Chile In My Rearview Mirror||1/20/2003|
|14.||The Wolf's Postcript To 'Little Red Riding Hood'||1/20/2003|
|15.||Even The Rain||1/20/2003|
Where are you now? Who lies beneath your spell tonight?
Whom else from rapture’s road will you expel tonight?
Those “Fabrics of Cashmere—” “to make Me beautiful—”
“Trinket”—to gem—“Me to adorn—How tell”—tonight?
I beg for haven: Prisons, let open your gates—
A refugee from Belief seeks a cell tonight.
God’s vintage loneliness has turned to vinegar—
All the archangels—their wings frozen—fell tonight.
Lord, cried out the idols, Don’t let us be broken;
Only we can convert the infidel tonight.
Mughal ceilings, let your mirrored ...
My ancestor, a man
of Himalayan snow,
came to Kashmir from Samarkand,
carrying a bag
of whale bones:
heirlooms from sea funerals.
carved from glaciers, his breath arctic,
he froze women in his embrace.