Norton, Why did I ask her where her grandma lived? And you may call me the Big Bad Wolf, now my only reputation. And the huntsman: Was I sleeping while he snipped my thick black fur and filled me with garbage and stones?
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Ali wrote nine poetry collections and a book of literary criticism T. At the time of his death in , Ali was noted as a poet uniquely able to blend multiple ethnic influences and ideas in both traditional forms and elegant free-verse. His poetry reflects his Hindu, Muslim, and Western heritages.
Ali was born in New Delhi, India in He grew up in Kashmir, the son of a distinguished and highly educated family in Srinagar. The recipient of numerous honors and awards, including Guggenheim and Ingram-Merrill fellowships, Ali had an active academic career. In he began teaching at Hamilton College in New York, and later moved to the University of Massachusetts-Amherst, where he served as the director of the MFA creative writing program.
Although the existential anxieties have their source in problems of growing up, leaving home, being a migrant, and the meeting of cultures, the idiom is American and contemporary. Kashmir is vividly evoked, all the more so for retaining an element of the fantastic. Ali threads the story of the martyrdom of the Shia hero Hussain throughout his elegy, keeping the history and hope of transcendental violence always before us, drawing strength from the strain of esoteric Islam that runs through his work.
What results in the rest of the poem is the alluring tension of a slave trying to master the master. Poet Donald Hall edited and provided the forward for The Veiled Suite, posthumously published in
Agha Shahid Ali
It is an exemplary ghazal meant to show Americans how, and why, we should think about the form. And it is a poem given to blasphemous rebellion against religious dogma—a rebellion that itself belongs to the international, multilingual, thousand-year-old tradition of the ghazal. What is a ghazal? Poets of medieval Persia codified the form by employing couplets of uniform meter and length, with the same word or phrase, the radif, at the end of each couplet. A rhyme—the qafia—also appeared in each couplet, twice in the first and once, just before the radif, in all others. All the couplets had to be complete and independent in sense and syntax, almost as if they were separate poems.
Even the Rain
Why did I ask her where her grandma lived? And you may call me the Big Bad Wolf, now my only reputation. And the huntsman: Was I sleeping while he snipped my thick black fur and filled me with garbage and stones? I ran with that weight and fell down, simply so children could laugh at the noise of the stones cutting through my belly, at the garbage spilling out with a perfect sense of timing, just when the tale should have come to an end. I see Argentina and Paraguay under a curfew of glass, their colors breaking, like oil. The night in Uruguay is black salt. Once I went through a mirror— from there too the world, so intact, resembled only itself.
Agha Shahid Ali: “Tonight”