AGHA SHAHID ALI POEMS PDF

Ali wrote nine poetry collections and a book of literary criticism T. At the time of his death in , Ali was noted as a poet uniquely able to blend multiple ethnic influences and ideas in both traditional forms and elegant free-verse. His poetry reflects his Hindu, Muslim, and Western heritages. Ali was born in New Delhi, India in He grew up in Kashmir, the son of a distinguished and highly educated family in Srinagar.

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Norton, Why did I ask her where her grandma lived? And you may call me the Big Bad Wolf, now my only reputation. And the huntsman: Was I sleeping while he snipped my thick black fur and filled me with garbage and stones? I ran with that weight and fell down, simply so children could laugh at the noise of the stones cutting through my belly, at the garbage spilling out with a perfect sense of timing, just when the tale should have come to an end. I see Argentina and Paraguay under a curfew of glass, their colors breaking, like oil.

The night in Uruguay is black salt. Once I went through a mirror— from there too the world, so intact, resembled only itself. When I returned I tore the skin off the glass. The sea was unsealed by dark, and I saw ships sink off the coast of a wounded republic. And as I keep driving in the desert, someone is running to catch the last bus, men hanging on to its sides.

He is running again; crescents of steel fall from the sky. And here the rocks are under fog, the cedars a temple, Sedona carved by the wind into gods— each shadow their worshiper. The siren empties Santiago; he watches —from a hush of windows—blindfolded men blurred in gleaming vans. The horse vanishes into a dream.

Whoever deciphers these canyon walls remains forsaken, alone with history, no harbor for his dream. And what else will this mirror now reason, filled with water? Did the Anasazi know the darker answer also—given now in crystal by the mirrored continent? The solstice, but of winter? A beam stabs the window, diamonds him, a funeral in his eyes. In the lit stadium of Santiago, this is the shortest day.

Those about to die are looking at him, his eyes the ledger of the disappeared. What will the mirror try now? They demand the republic give back, jeweled, their every reflection. They dig till dawn but find only corpses. He has returned to this dream for his bones. The waters darken. The continent vanishes. Agha Shahid Ali.

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Why did I ask her where her grandma lived? And you may call me the Big Bad Wolf, now my only reputation. And the huntsman: Was I sleeping while he snipped my thick black fur and filled me with garbage and stones? I ran with that weight and fell down, simply so children could laugh at the noise of the stones cutting through my belly, at the garbage spilling out with a perfect sense of timing, just when the tale should have come to an end.

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Agha Shahid Ali

Norton, Why did I ask her where her grandma lived? And you may call me the Big Bad Wolf, now my only reputation. And the huntsman: Was I sleeping while he snipped my thick black fur and filled me with garbage and stones? I ran with that weight and fell down, simply so children could laugh at the noise of the stones cutting through my belly, at the garbage spilling out with a perfect sense of timing, just when the tale should have come to an end.

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