Saturday, December 14, 2013

A Kazim Ali Poem (1)



Denuded and abandoned I recite
but what do I want

To rise again from the ocean
or be buried alive in the surge and sleep

To be a fearsome range in a single body
or to wind my unity down into depth

Missing in action, ghost-like
bobbing in the distance

Singing psalms to terrify myself
into deciding:

So long liberation

My time in the world was
only a gesture

My body a lonely

an ache
I never knew


1 comment:

  1. To read some more of this terrific poet's work, see: