Agha Shahid Ali Quotes

United States, Poet
February 4, 1949 – December, 8, 2001.

Agha Shahid Ali was a Kashmiri-American poet. His collections include A Walk Through the Yellow Pages, The Half-Inch Himalayas, A Nostalgist's Map of America, The Country Without a Post Office, Rooms Are Never Finished, the latter a finalist for the National Book Award in 2001.

They make a desolation and call it peace.

Agha Shahid Ali
- Peace
- Call
- Desolation
The man who buries his house in the sand and digs it up again, each evening, learns to put it together quickly and just as quickly to take it apart. My parents sleep like children in the dark. I am too far to hear them breathe.

Agha Shahid Ali
- House
- Parents
- Buries

The moon touched my shoulder and I longed for a vanished love.

Agha Shahid Ali
- Love
- Moon
- Longed
In the heart's wild space lies the space of wilderness. What won't one lose, what home one won't give forever!

Agha Shahid Ali
- Space
- Lose
- Wilderness
The world is full of paper, write to me.

Agha Shahid Ali
- World
- Write
- Full
He’s freed some fire from ice in pity for Heaven. He’s left open—for God—the doors of Hell tonight.

Agha Shahid Ali
- Heaven
- Hell
- Doors