Agha Shahid Ali

(4 February 1949 – 8 December 2001 / New Delhi / India)

Even The Rain - Poem by Agha Shahid Ali

What will suffice for a true-love knot? Even the rain?
But he has bought grief's lottery, bought even the rain.

"our glosses / wanting in this world" "Can you remember?"
Anyone! "when we thought / the poets taught" even the rain?

After we died--That was it!--God left us in the dark.
And as we forgot the dark, we forgot even the rain.

Drought was over. Where was I? Drinks were on the house.
For mixers, my love, you'd poured--what?--even the rain.

Of this pear-shaped orange's perfumed twist, I will say:
Extract Vermouth from the bergamot, even the rain.

How did the Enemy love you--with earth? air? and fire?
He held just one thing back till he got even: the rain.

This is God's site for a new house of executions?
You swear by the Bible, Despot, even the rain?

After the bones--those flowers--this was found in the urn:
The lost river, ashes from the ghat, even the rain.

What was I to prophesy if not the end of the world?
A salt pillar for the lonely lot, even the rain.

Form: Ghazal


Comments about Even The Rain by Agha Shahid Ali

  • Gold Star - 45,238 Points Gajanan Mishra (7/23/2013 10:53:00 PM)

    true love knot, I like it, thanks.
    I invite you to read my poems and comment. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 164 Points Joseph Poewhit (7/23/2013 9:17:00 AM)

    The rain waters the thoughts of the poet. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Nasra Al Adawi (3/7/2005 1:42:00 AM)

    I was touchd by this poem (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 20, 2003



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