Poem of the Day:

“The Sailor cannot see the North—but 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

Still: her handwriting on the papers remembered us to her
The careful matching of the papers’ edges was a road back

One night Muhummad was borne aloft by a winged horse
Taken from the Near Mosque to the Far Mosque

Each book likens itself to lichen,
stitching softly to tree trunks, to rocks

what was given into the Prophet’s ears that night:
A changing of directions—now all the scattered tribes must pray:

Wonder well foundry, well sunborn, sundered and sound here
Well you be found here, foundered and found

About This Poem

• Poet:
  Kazim Ali b. 1971
  
  
• Poet's Region:
  U.S., Midwestern
  
  
• Poetic Terms:[/b]
  Couplet

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)