You came to the desert, illiterate, spirit-ridden,
intending to starve
The sun hand of the violin carving through space
the endless landscape
Acres of ochre, the dust-blue sky,
or the strange young man beside you
peering into “The Man Who Taught William
Blake
Painting in His Dreams”
You’re thinking: I am ready to be touched
now, ready to be found
He’s thinking: How lost, how endless I feel
this afternoon
When will you know:
all night: sounds
Violet’s brief engines
The violin’s empty stomach resonates
Music a scar unraveling in four strings
An army of hungry notes shiver down
You came to the desert intending to starve so
starve
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Poem: Renunciation
Kazim Ali is the author of a book of poetry, The
Far Mosque and a novel, Quinn’s Passage was
(blazeVox books). His poems and essays have appeared
widely in such journals as American Poetry Review,
Boston Review, and in Best American Poetry 2007.
He a founding editor of Nightboat Books and teaches
at Oberlin College and in the University of Southern
Maine’s Stonecoast MFA program. His second
book of poetry, The Fortieth Day is forthcoming
in 2008 from BOA Editions.
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