Agha Shahid Ali
Agha Shahid Ali Poems
|3.||Snow on the Desert||7/7/2017|
|4.||Vacating an Apartment||7/7/2017|
|5.||A History Of Paisley:||6/16/2012|
|6.||K. L. Saigal||6/16/2012|
|8.||I See Chile In My Rearview Mirror||1/20/2003|
|18.||The Wolf's Postcript To 'Little Red Riding Hood'||1/20/2003|
|19.||Even The Rain||1/20/2003|
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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 ...
[For Christopher Merrill]
Swear by the olive in the God-kissed land—
There is no sugar in the promised land.
Why must the bars turn neon now when, Love,
I’m already drunk in your capitalist land?
If home is found on both sides of the globe,