| Dear J. It should be a letter To the man inside I could not become Dressed in yellow And green, the colors of spring So I could leave death In its chamber veined With deep ore I've no more to tell you Last winter I climbed The mountains of Musoorie To hear frozen peals of bell and wire A silver thread of sound Sky to navel Draws me like the black strip in a flower's throat meant to guide you in I lie now in the winter open-petaled beneath Sirius I cereus bloom |
| Copyright © 2013 by Kazim Ali. Used with permission of the author. |
About this Poem: "I was asked by a friend, a poet, what I thought about poetry and to explain why I write poetry. This is the letter I wrote back to him." Kazim Ali
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