The moon did not become the sun.

      It just fell on the desert

      in great sheets, reams

      of silver handmade by you.

      The night is your cottage industry now,

      the day is your brisk emporium.

      The world is full of paper.


      Write to me.




Agha Shahid Ali

The Half-Inch Himalayas

(Delhi: Oxford University Press, 1993), 48.



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