By Agha Shahid Ali. Feel the patient’s heart. Pounding—oh please, this once— —JAMES MERRILL. I’ll do what I must if I’m bold in real time. A refugee, I’ll be. Poem Hunter all poems of by Agha Shahid Ali poems. 20 poems of Agha Shahid Ali. Still I Rise, The Road Not Taken, If You Forget Me, Dreams, Annabel Lee. Browse through Agha Shahid Ali’s poems and quotes. 20 poems of Agha Shahid Ali. Still I Rise, The Road Not Taken, If You Forget Me, Dreams, Annabel Lee.

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Please respect the fact that this material is copyright. Ducks arrowing their way across the small, dark pond I passed, graceful emblem of all I like to think is Spring, their pace a crawl. Shahid cast himself, after all, as a lover agna a poet. He wraps my kilo of ribs I give him the money.

Aghq want to disappear on the map of good intentions, let both hands get stuck in the cookie jar. Couldn’t I have gobbled her up right there in the jungle? Living in such troubled times, he finds arguments futile. I see Argentina and Paraguay under a curfew of glass, their colors breaking, like oil. For, after the night is fog, who’ll unveil whom?

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It was there that his mother had her first seizure in December I need chunks of time, which can be just one day or two days, but I don’t need to go away to one of those places. No need to stop the ear to stories rumored in branches: Majnoon, by stopped caravans, rips his collars, cries “Laila! God’s loneliness — just His — compiled by exiles. The operation did not have the desired effect and resulted instead in a partial paralysis. Salvation was bought but sin sold in real time.


Did you say Lorca? Of course I am against it.

And as we forgot the dark, we forgot even the rain. I can do that also. He lives in Brooklyn, New York.

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To read some of these early poems, see our page on strangertime. Leave this field blank. All is his – Sleep, Peace, Night – when on his arm your hair shines to make him the god whom nothing effaces.

ai Ali received many fellowships and was awarded a Pushcart Prize. He was shorter than I am and had to reach up to hug me.

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The moon extinguishes its silver pain on the window. Kashmir and the political situation The steady deterioration of the political situation in Kashmir — the violence and counter-violence – had a powerful effect on him.

Beauty always raises the stakes. In a hush that fell We heard the vessel crack. But he was groggier than he had thought and his knees buckled after no more than a few steps. Another evening we sprawled about discussing Appearances. To your each desire the say Yes!

A brigadier poe,s, The boys of Kashmir break so quickly, we make their bodies sing, on the rack, till no song is left to sing. There is everything to forgive. She currently runs the poetry reading series at the J.


This is mere insult, this is no farewell tonight. What’s of the essence? Norton and Company, Iqbal went running off to bring back the wheelchair while the rest of us stood in the corridor, holding him upright.

He had a special passion for the food of his region, one variant of it in particular: In time it became one of the shahhid subjects of his work: Swear not by Art but, dear Oscar Wilde, by exiles. She could quote aghq in four languages: Through startling intertextual connections, rapturous imagery, and rigorously enacted forms including Western lyric forms such as the sestina and canzoneAli transmutes personal grief into collective suffering and back again.

For that excess of sibilance, the last Apocalypse, so pressing those three forms of S in Arabic. I see a lot of pictures of your parents here. I always loved neatness.

For compared to my grief for you, what are those of Kashmir, and what I close the ledger are the griefs of the universe when I remember you — beyond all accounting — O my mother?

Still performed through-out the Arab world. When it aagha time to leave the ward a blue-uniformed hospital escort arrived with a wheelchair. I heard the incessant dissolving of silk— I felt my heart growing so old in real time.