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Kazim Ali
Kazim Ali
His first collection of poetry, The Far Mosque (Alice James Books, 2005), won the Alice James Books New England/New York Award...
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Hymn

 
by Kazim Ali

My father's silence I cannot brook. By now he must know I live and well.

My heart is nickel, unearthed and sent. We are a manmade catastrophe.

Unable to forgive, deeply mine this earthly light that swells sickly inside.

Like wind I drift westward and profane when the doors of ice slide open.

While he prays my father swallows the sickle moon, its bone sharp path spent.

Preyed upon by calendars of stone unbound the nickel of the mountain in streams.

Mine this awful empty night. Mine this unchiming bell, his unanswered prayers.

Mine the rain-filled sandals, the road out of town. Like a wind unbound this shining river mine.










Copyright 2012 by Kazim Ali. Used with permission of the author.
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