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b. 1971
http://www.kazimali.com
Poet, editor, and prose writer Kazim Ali was born in the United Kingdom to Muslim
parents of Indian descent. He received a BA and MA from the University of Albany-
SUNY, and an MFA from New York University.
Alis poetry collections include The Far Mosque (2005), which won Alice James Books
New England/New York Award, The Fortieth Day (2008), and Sky Ward (2013). Alis
poems, both lyric and musical, explore the intersection of faith and daily life. In a review
of The Fortieth Day, Library Journal noted that Ali continues his task of creating a
rejuvenated language that longs to be liberated from the weight of daily routine and the
power of dogmatic usage . . . writing in the tradition of Wallace Stevens, Ali is clearly a
poet of ideas and symbols, yet his words remain living entities within the texture of the
poem.
He has received an Individual Excellence Award from the Ohio Arts Council, and his
poetry has been featured in Best American Poetry. Ali has been a regular columnist
for the American Poetry Review and a contributing editor for the Association of
Writers and Writing Programs Writers Chronicle. He is a former member of the
Cocoon Theatre Modern Dance Company.
Ali has taught at Oberlin College and the low-residency Stonecoast MFA program at the
University of Southern Maine. He lives in Oberlin, Ohio.
Home
BY KAZIM ALI
My father had a steel comb with which he would comb our hair.
After a bath the cold metal soothing against my scalp, his hand cupping
my chin.
The Sunni Muslims have a story in which the angels cast a dark mark
out of Prophet Mohammads heart, thus making him pure, though the
Shia reject this story, believing in his absolute innocence from birth.
Telling the famous Story of the Blanket in which the Prophet covers
himself with a Yemeni blanket for his afternoon rest. Joined under
the blanket first by his son-in-law Ali, then each of his grandchildren
Hassan and Hussain and finally by his daughter Bibi Fatima.
In Heaven Gabriel asks God about the five under the blanket and
God says, those are the five people whom I loved the most out of all
creation, and I made everything in the heavens and the earth for
their sake.
And God says, go down there and ask them. If they consent you may go
under the blanket and be the sixth among them.
Creation for the sake of Gabriel is retroactively granted when the group
under the blanket admits him to their company.
I didnt learn the Arabic script until years later and never learned the
language itself.
I learned how to find the new moon by looking for the circular absence
of stars.
When Abraham took Isaac up into the thicket his son did not know
where he was being led.
When his father bound him and took up the knife he was shocked.
My hair was kept so short, combed flat when wet. I never knew my hair
was wavy until I was nearly twenty-two and never went outside with wet
and uncombed hair until I was twenty-eight.
The day I left his house for the last time I asked him if I could hold his
hand before I left.
If you have known this for years why didnt you ask for help, he
asked me.
Each time I left home, including the last time, my mother would hold a
Quran up for me to walk under. Once under, one would turn and kiss
the book.
Or the one hundred and four books of God. Of which only four are
knownQuran, Injeel, Tavrat, Zubuur.
Dear mother in the sky you could unbuckle the book and erase all the
annotations.
She named me when I moved in her while she was reading a calligraphy
of the Imams names. My name: translated my whole life for me as
Patience.
In India we climbed the steps of the Maula Ali mountain to the top,
thirsting for what.
I asked if she would want more children and she told me the name she
would give a new son.
I always attribute the fact that they did not, though my eldest sisters first
son was given the same name she whispered to me that afternoon, to my
telling of her secret to my sisters when we were climbing the stairs.
You hope like anything that though others consider you unclean God
will still welcome you.
Kazim Ali, "Home" from Bright Felon. Copyright 2009 by Kazim Ali. Reprinted by permission of
Wesleyan University Press.
Source: Bright Felon (Wesleyan University Press, 2009)
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Rain
BY KAZIM ALI
With thick strokes of ink the sky fills with rain.
Pretending to run for cover but secretly praying for more rain.
Kazim Ali, "Rain" from The Far Mosque. Copyright 2005 by Kazim Ali. Reprinted by permission
of Alice James Books.
Source: The Far Mosque (Alice James Books, 2005)
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Refuge Temple
BY KAZIM ALI
REFUGE TEMPLE
SCHOOL HOUSE
Barrington, Rhode Island, right near the Bay, home of C.D. Wright and Forrest Gander
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Renunciation
BY KAZIM ALI
The Sailor cannot see the Northbut knows the Needle can
The books were all torn apart, sliced along the spines
Light filled all the openings that she in her silence renounced
Kazim Ali, "Renunciation" from The Far Mosque. Copyright 2005 by Kazim Ali. Reprinted by
permission of Alice James Books.
Source: The Far Mosque (Alice James Books, 2005)
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Speech
BY KAZIM ALI
How struck I was by that face, years ago, in the church mural:
Eve, being led by Christ through the broken gates of Hell.
Recite to me please all the letters you are not able to read.
Spell fling yourself skyward.
Spell fever.
Kazim Ali, "Speech" from The Far Mosque. Copyright 2005 by Kazim Ali. Reprinted by
permission of Alice James Books.
Source: The Far Mosque (Alice James Books, 2005)
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Ramadan
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BY KAZIM ALI
You wanted to be so hungry, you would break into branches,
and have to choose between the starving months
You are never going to know which nights mouth is sacredly reciting
and which nights recitation is secretly mere wind
Kazim Ali, Ramadan from The Fortieth Day. Copyright 2008 by Kazim Ali. Reprinted by
permission of BOA Editions, Ltd.
Source: The Fortieth Day (BOA Editions Ltd., 2008)