The Wolf’s Postcript to ‘Little Red Riding Hood’ by Agha Shahid Ali
Feeling very ungainly today. The Wolf's Postcript to 'Little Red Riding Hood' Agha Shahid Ali First, grant me my sense of history: I did it for posterity, for kindergarten teachers and a clear moral: Little girls shouldn't wander off in search of
The Jogger on Riverside Drive, 5:00 A.M. by Agha Shahid Ali
Thinking about one particular deadline I would have very much liked to meet. But life is different now, T., so get over it. The Jogger on Riverside Drive, 5:00 A.M. Agha Shahid Ali The dark scissors of his legs cut the moon's raw silk,
Postcards
There are people to send out postcards to. I keep forgetting. Postcard from Kashmir Agha Shahid Ali Kashmir shrinks into my mailbox, my home a neat four by six inches. I always loved neatness. Now I hold the half-inch Himalayas in my hand. This is home. And
Beyond the Ash Rains by Agha Shahid Ali
Was reading The Hindu when I came across this poem: Beyond the Ash Rains Agha Shahid Ali What have you known of loss That makes you different from other men? --- Gilgamesh When the desert refused my history, Refused to acknowledge that I had lived there, with you,
Even the Rain by Agha Shahid Ali
Afternoon blues that can't be cured by the sky, or beautiful words, or things I cannot name. Even the Rain Agha Shahid Ali What will suffice for a true-love knot? Even the rain? But he has bought grief's