Agha Shahid Ali died in 2001, mourned by myriad lovers of poetry
and devoted students. This volume, his shining legacy, moves from
playful early poems to themes of mourning and loss, culminating in
the ghazals of Call Me Ishmael Tonight. The title poem appears in
print for the first time.
from The Veiled Suite I wait for him to look straight into my
eyesThis is our only chance for magnificence.If he, carefully, upon
this hour of ice, will let us almost completely crystallize, tell
me, who but I could chill his dreaming night.Where he turns, what
will not appear but my eyes?Wherever he looks, the sky is only
eyes.Whatever news he has, it is of the sea."
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