by Agha Shahid Ali
By dark the world is once again intact,
Or so the mirrors, wiped clean, try to reason. . .
–James Merrill
This dream of water–what does it harbor?
I see Argentina and Paraguay
under a curfew of glass, their colors
breaking, like oil. The night in Uruguay
is black salt. I’m driving toward Utah,
keeping the entire hemisphere in view–
Colombia vermilion, Brazil blue tar,
some countries wiped clean of color: Peru
is titanium white. And always oceans
that hide in mirrors: when beveled edges
arrest tides or this world’s destinations
forsake ships. There’s Sedona, Nogales
far behind. Once I went through a mirror–
from there too the world, so intact, resembled
only itself. When I returned I tore
the skin off the glass. The sea was unsealed
by dark, and I saw ships sink off the coast
of a wounded republic. Now from a blur
of tanks in Santiago, a white horse
gallops, riderless, chased by drunk soldiers
in a jeep; they’re firing into the moon.
And as I keep driving in the desert,
someone is running to catch the last bus, men
hanging on to its sides. And he’s missed it.
He is running again; crescents of steel
fall from the sky. And here the rocks
are under fog, the cedars a temple,
Sedona carved by the wind into gods–
each shadow their worshiper. The siren
empties Santiago; he watches
–from a hush of windows–blindfolded men
blurred in gleaming vans. The horse vanishes
into a dream. I’m passing skeletal
figures carved in 700 B.C.
Whoever deciphers these canyon walls
remains forsaken, alone with history,
no harbor for his dream. And what else will
this mirror now reason, filled with water?
I see Peru without rain, Brazil
without forests–and here in Utah a dagger
of sunlight: it’s splitting–it’s the summer
solstice–the quartz center of a spiral.
Did the Anasazi know the darker
answer also–given now in crystal
by the mirrored continent? The solstice,
but of winter? A beam stabs the window,
diamonds him, a funeral in his eyes.
In the lit stadium of Santiago,
this is the shortest day. He’s taken there.
Those about to die are looking at him,
his eyes the ledger of the disappeared.
What will the mirror try now? I’m driving,
still north, always followed by that country,
its floors ice, its citizens so lovesick
that the ground–sheer glass–of every city
is torn up. They demand the republic
give back, jeweled, their every reflection.
They dig till dawn but find only corpses.
He has returned to this dream for his bones.
The waters darken. The continent vanishes.
A Nostalgist’s Map of America
Copyright ©:
1991, W. W. Norton and Company
A few random poems:
- Федор Сологуб – Знаю знанием последним
- Омар Хайям – Нет ни рая, ни ада, о сердце моё
- Владимир Британишский – Дождик
- To S.M., A Young African Painter, On Seeing His Works by Phillis Wheatley
- Who Goes With Fergus? by William Butler Yeats
- Федор Сологуб – Круг начертан, и Сивилла
- The Day Is Gone, And All Its Sweets Are Gone poem – John Keats poems
- Blue eyes by Tanisha Avarsekar
- Иннокентий Анненский – Франсис Жамм. Когда для всех меня не станет меж живыми
- Untitled VII by Yunus Emre
- Аля Кудряшева – Какое там говорить. Я дышу с трудом
- The Cat’s Song by Marge Piercy
- Robert Burns: On Wm. Graham, Esq., Of Mossknowe:
- Words Heard, By Accident, Over The Phone by Sylvia Plath
- Spenserian Stanza. Written At The Close Of Canto II, Book V, Of “The Faerie Queene” poem – John Keats poems
External links
Bat’s Poetry Page – more poetry by Fledermaus
Talking Writing Monster’s Page –
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Poems in English
- The Unpromised Land, Montgomery, Alabama poem – Andrew Hudgins poems | Poems and Poetry
- Sounds of your love poem – Andrew Vassell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Sexual eyes poem – Andrew Vassell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Satisfaction of my eyes poem – Andrew Vassell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Praying Drunk poem – Andrew Hudgins poems | Poems and Poetry
- Medicine to my brain poem – Andrew Vassell poems | Poems and Poetry
- In The Well poem – Andrew Hudgins poems | Poems and Poetry
- Hawk poem – Andrew Demcak poems | Poems and Poetry
- French kiss to knickers poem – Andrew Vassell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Beachy Blues poem – Andrew Neil Maternick poems | Poems and Poetry
- Words You Said poem – Andrew Neil Maternick poems | Poems and Poetry
- A Winter Twilight poem – Angelina Weld Grimke poems | Poems and Poetry
- When The Green Lies Over The Earth poem – Angelina Weld Grimke poems | Poems and Poetry
- Universe poem – Aminu Ola Rasaq poems | Poems and Poetry
- Trees poem – Angelina Weld Grimke poems | Poems and Poetry
- There is but there is not poem – Amy Haritha Suseel poems | Poems and Poetry
- The Voice poem – Andree Chedid poems | Poems and Poetry
- THE ROAD OF ANGEL poem – kapardeli eftichia poems | Poems and Poetry
- The Nautical Why poem – Amy Nawrocki poems | Poems and Poetry
- The Final Poem poem – Andree Chedid poems | Poems and Poetry
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