four sections denoted by xxx, a quote by Rumi about how exactly to approach knowledge, a note about the Koran, a short poem-esque piece about a "watcher of the sky" questioning how exactly he survives, a poem about losing track of a loved one and that loved one then turning the narrator of the poem into a "perfect enemy" (The opening line is the opening line of the poem "Farewell" by Shahid, which is anthologized)
Postcard from Kashmir "Kashmir shrinks into your mailbox, your home a neat four by six inches. You alwfys loved neatness, so a e inch i.‘h—aut-gundhod th my . (WK 30-9-n ' acme, a disénce is the closest you'll ever get. ‘when you retu.rn,.pof" ' u~JVV\ 1 the colours 119-91.’ 4% so brilliant, the-can-out-sonar a.a_i.‘La.'nt-'h'vleo the river never so clean, so Rfibultramarine. Things here are as usual, though we always talk of you; nflzpu. The snow isn&apo...
Cracked Portraits My grandfather's painted grandfather, son of Ali, a strange physician in embroidered robes, a white turban, the Koran lying open on a table beside him. I look for prayers in his eyes, for inscriptions in Arabic. I find his will: He's left us plots in the family graveyard. =2‘? Greabgrandfather? A sahib in breeches. He simply disappoints me, his hands missing in the drawing—room photo but firm as he whipped the horses or the servants. He wound the gramophone to a fu...
d from Kashmir > ‘i""ks into my mailbox, rl"e:'at‘four by six inches. on ~. ed neatness. Now I hold Himalayas in my hand. And this the closest to home. V/hen I return, 't be so brilliant, “Waters so clean, a lé. My love jsed. oiywill be a little e if; it tive, black till undeveloped. (for Pavan Sabyzzl) 29
FOR YOU For Michael Palmer Did we run out of things or just a name for you? Above us the sun doubles its acclaim for you. Negative sun or negative shade pulled from the ground . and the image brought in one ornate frame for you. At my every word they cry “Who the hell are you?” What would you reply if they thus sent Fame to you? What a noise the sentences make writing themselves—— Here’s every word that we used as a flame for you. I remember your wine in my springtime of sorrow. Now the world...
The Country Without a Post Office . . . lettera dent I27 aea/‘eat /2L'm t/mt lived zz/aa.’ away. —GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS Again I've returned to this country where a minaret has been entombed. Someone soaks the wicks of clay lamps in mustard oil, each night climbs its steps to read messages scratched on planets. His fingerprints cancel blank stamps in that archive for letters with doomed addresses, each house buried or empty. Empty? Because so many fled, ran away, and became refugees t...
notes from fiction class Shahid attended to begin work on a novel; describes customs of sexing and gendering a child practiced 400 years ago in Kashmir
sketch of an introduction for W.S. Merwin, who is visiting Hamilton College, in which Shahid speaks of his insistence on being the one who does the introducing and of how brilliant Merwin is; miscellaenous notes on existence
miscellaneous notes on theme of life changes over time; images of sky and house and meeting a woman in Phoenix airport in 1994 who said she was "programmed to be lonely"