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Fall is nowhere More beautiful than here: green leaves Tipped with red; rich orange divesting Into yellow; green lawns strewn…
M. A. R. Habib (Rafey Habib) is an Indian-born Muslim poet and scholar of literature who has also written numerous books of literary criticism. He was born in India, grew up in England and now lives in America. He is a scholar in the areas of literary criticism, theory and philosophy. He is a Professor of English and the author of seven books, including three histories of literary criticism, a study of T.S. Eliot's philosophical background, and two translations of Urdu poetry. His own volume of poetry, Shades of Islam: Poems for a New Century, appeared in September 2010. His latest book, Literary Criticism: From Plato to the Present: An Introduction, was published in 2011. His interests also extend to Islamic philosophy and literature, as well as postcolonial studies. He believes that it is a matter of some urgency to foster an improved mutual understanding between the Islamic world and Western cultures. He has given numerous talks on various aspects of Islam, such as Islam and Democracy, and is currently working with colleagues at Rutgers University to establish a cultural diversity of courses, including Islamic literature in English translation.)
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Neda. Sweet voice, Of freedom, unborn.…
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Who, through the deep cloud Commands, in Infinite Lordship; Brooding…
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Brooding. Like a lonely god, Too high for the world, reaching…
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On this Inward shrine, I shall build My peace. No outward realm can tempt…
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The high-handed man, solicitous Untamed your demons; what passion Seethed within you to be kissed again, To be insulted, and restored,…
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Few things will hurt you more Than the envy of old friends. Sometimes, their silence will reach you Across vast oceans. You will hear it, weighing…
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And You, it seems, are not there: A paler objectivity beckons, A colder glance, a more distant Pattern;…
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And who will wait for you, high lady Who will wait for you? Rich in your high feather and black dress And rich in your taste for death?…
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A journey, broken By night and thought Of warring gods; desert rock and sand conspired…
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Enshrouded in the high mantle of night. The darkness of idols, greed in business, Abuse of orphans, widows, women. Here, from the mountain, I see the darkness…
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Glorious are You, in Your Aloneness, your Pale eternal splendour Beckons, in whose…
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God is the Light Of the Heavens and of the Earth; His Light is a parable, of A Lamp within a niche; without the lamp, a glass…
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Here, within your white, white walls I can stand Alone with You, the Alone; Away from the whispers of the world…
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One day you will not be there, sitting on your armchair, cutting coriander, as I sit On the sofa with my laptop, typing and not talking. One day I will need you…
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