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 ...
[For Christopher Merrill]
Swear by the olive in the God-kissed land—
There is no sugar in the promised land.
Why must the bars turn neon now when, Love,
I’m already drunk in your capitalist land?
If home is found on both sides of the globe,