On Steep Himalayan Roads
by Zilka Joseph I read the warning: It is better to be late, Mr. Driver than to be the late Mr. Driver and wondered who heeded these words, these
Tonight
by Agha Shahid Ali Pale hands I loved beside the Shalimar — Laurence Hope Where are you now? Who lies beneath your spell
2. Zainab’s Lament in Damascus
by Agha Shahid Ali A segment of the narrative poem “From Amherst to Kashmir” Over Hussain’s mansion what night has fallen? Look at me, O