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