Category: Spring 2011 Issue – Shahid
Dear Shahid
by Michelle Demers In Vermont, where the year has four, distinct seasons, you brought your exotic flavors to the mountain, and taught us all how
Tea Cosy from Kashmir i.m. Agha Shahid Ali
by Peggy O’Brien January. It’s been a year. You must be almost cosy Under your cold comforter. That’s, of course, just silly Poetry. Your body
The Half-Inch Giant for Agha Shahid Ali
by D. K. McCutchen Not a poet, me. Never was, But he listened kindly Heard the tight throat Dedicating words To a beloved Person, Newly lost. He
What Was Once an Ocean for Agha Shahid Ali
by Jim Davis I wander through honey mustard hills, weave through marching brambles, groaning as your literary army stretches its roots,
Writ in Water for Agha Shahid Ali
by Dean Kostos When Keats coaxed his mind into a page of whiteness, he unrolled a scroll of seeing, required for witness. Latin spirare weaves
Of Ghazals
by Eric Torgersen Call me Ishmael tonight. — Agha Shahid Ali Can you hear it somewhere, Shahid, this groundswell of ghazals? You,
Had We Met, I Imagine We’d Have Talked
by Zilka Joseph till sun up, you who knew my language would have understood my homeless heart and how home lives in many
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