Kazim Ali

(1971 / United Kingdom)

Dear J. - Poem by Kazim Ali

It should be a letter
To the man inside
I could not become
Dressed in yellow
And green, the colors of spring
So I could leave death
In its chamber veined
With deep ore
I've no more to tell you
Last winter I climbed
The mountains of Musoorie
To hear frozen peals of bell and wire
A silver thread of sound
Sky to navel
Draws me
like the black strip
in a flower's throat
meant to guide you in
I lie now in the winter
open-petaled beneath Sirius
I cereus bloom


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 25, 2014

Poem Edited: Tuesday, March 25, 2014


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