Agha Shahid Ali
Agha Shahid Ali Poems
|1.||A History Of Paisley:||6/16/2012|
|2.||K. L. Saigal||6/16/2012|
|13.||I See Chile In My Rearview Mirror||1/20/2003|
|15.||Even The Rain||1/20/2003|
|16.||The Wolf's Postcript To 'Little Red Riding Hood'||1/20/2003|
The Wolf's Postcript To 'Little Red Riding Hood'
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 strange flowers,
and they mustn't speak to strangers.
And then grant me my generous sense of plot:
Couldn't I have gobbled her up
right there in the jungle?
Why did I ask her where her grandma lived?
As if I, a forest-dweller,
didn't know of the cottage
under the three oak trees
and the old woman lived there
As if I couldn't have swallowed her years before?
And you may call ...
Where are you now? Who lies beneath your spell tonight?
Whom else from rapture’s road will you expel tonight?
Those “Fabrics of Cashmere—” “to make Me beautiful—”
“Trinket”—to gem—“Me to adorn—How tell”—tonight?
I beg for haven: Prisons, let open your gates—
A refugee from Belief seeks a cell tonight.