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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I might as well just read a news report. I am not one of those posms who requires to be away from the world and be isolated and all that.
One of the classical Arabic musical modes. For, after the night is fog, who’ll unveil whom? The contents drained As who should step down from a crystal coach.
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It’s been over three years. I follow you to the earth’s claw, shouldering time’s shadow. What won’t one lose, what home one won’t give forever! A salt pillar for the lonely lot, even the rain. Crucified Mansoor was alone with the Alone: When Lorca died, they left the balconies open and saw: They deserve their own space. My words will echo thus at sunset, by the ivy, but to what purpose? In a hush that fell We heard the vessel crack.
Heat had brought sweat to the lip of my glass but sculptures kept iced their aberrant glass. To be forgotten my most menacing pems of the End expelled from the glass of someone’s eyes as if no full-length glass had held us, safe, from political storms?
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An Interview With Poet Agha Shahid Ali
Shahid’s poetry wafts in shahhid ghazal, flows on the jhelum of srinagar under the zero bridge and onto the Dal, recites Ghalib in the bylanes of old delhi. Though his sexuality is hinted at only occasionally in his poems, Shahid, on a personal level, was always open about his gayness.
One day the Kashmiris will pronounce that word truly for the first time. A Book of Ghazals. He told it to me in pkems Commercial Street bookshop. My mother gave me so much a sense of poetry and music and ritual, all these marvelously magical things. With a rending encore, she closed the night. Well, a number of things, I suppose. Anger-not too much anger, in my case, but definitely some amount of political rage at times. I don’t want to dramatize, but sometimes I think that my own cancer started in response to the grief I had that my mother was gone.
But the audience, hushed, did not stir. As an Indian gay poet, Im peeved.
Agha Shahid Ali
Hindi zli friend] Ghazal By exiles “Where should we go after the last frontiers, where should the birds fly after the last sky? I knew of no one else who would even conceive of publishing a line like: If my enemy’s alone and his arms are empty, give him my heart silk-wrapped like a child by exiles. I still can’t reconcile myself to the fact that she’s gone; I just can’t. At that aoi, leaning against the cheerless hospital wall, a kind of rapture descended on Shahid.
I asked him once why this was so important to him and he explained that it was because of a recurrent dream, in which all the Pandits had vanished from the valley of Kashmir and their food had become extinct.