Agha Shahid Ali
Agha Shahid Ali Poems
|3.||Snow on the Desert||7/7/2017|
|4.||Vacating an Apartment||7/7/2017|
|5.||K. L. Saigal||6/16/2012|
|6.||A History Of Paisley:||6/16/2012|
|17.||I See Chile In My Rearview Mirror||1/20/2003|
|19.||Even The Rain||1/20/2003|
|20.||The Wolf's Postcript To 'Little Red Riding Hood'||1/20/2003|
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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 ...
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.