Kazim Ali is a poet, novelist, and essayist whose work explores themes of identity, migration, and the intersections of cultural and spiritual traditions. His poetry is known for its lyrical and expressive language, as well as its exploration of themes such as love, loss, and the search for meaning in a rapidly changing world. "Sukun" means serenity or calm, and a sukun is also a form of punctuation in Arabic orthography that denotes a pause over a consonant. This Sukun draws a generous selection from Kazim's six previous full-length collections, and includes 35 new poems. It allows us to trace Ali's passions and concerns, and take the measure of his art: the close attention to the spiritual and the visceral, and the deep language play that is both musical and plain spoken.[sample poem] Come, early summer in the mountains, and come, strawberry moon,and carry me softly in the silver canoe on wires to the summit, where in that way of late night useless talk, the bright dark asks me, "What is the thing you are most afraid of?" and I already know which lie I will tell.There were six of us huddled there in the cold, leaning on the rockslingering in the dark where I do not like to linger, looking up at thesharp round pinnacle of light discussing what shapes we saw—rabbit,man, goddess—but that brightness for me was haunted by no thing,no shadow at all in the lumens.What am I, what am I, I kept throwing out to the hustling silence.No light comes from the moon, he's just got good positioning and I suppose that's the answer, that's what I'm most afraid of,that I'm a mirror, that I have no light of my own, that I hang in empty spacein faithful orbit around a god or fatherneither of Whom will ever see me whole. I keep squinting to try to see Jupiterwhich the newspaper said would be found near the moon but it's nowhere, they must have lied. Or like god, there is too muchreflection, headsplitting and profane, scraping up every shadow,too much light for anyone to see.