TITLE

Ghalib's Prophecy of His Death, 1860-1861

AUTHOR(S)
Vazirani, Reetika
PUB. DATE
December 2002
SOURCE
New Republic;12/30/2002, Vol. 227 Issue 27/28, p40
SOURCE TYPE
Periodical
DOC. TYPE
Poem
ABSTRACT
Presents the poem "Ghalib's Prophecy of His Death, 1860-1861," by Reetika Vazirani.
ACCESSION #
15308299

 

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