12 February 2009

Night, a poem by Wole Soyinka

—Wole Soyinka, b. 1934, Nigeria

Your hand is heavy. Night, upon my brow,
I bear no heart mercuric like the clouds, to dare
Exacerbation from your subtle plough.

Woman as a clam, on the sea's cresent
I saw your jealous eye quench the sea's
Fluorescence, dance on the pulse incessant

Of the waves. And I stood, drained
Submitting like the sand, blood and brine
Coursing to the roots. Night, you rained

Serrated shadows through dank leaves
Till, bathed in warm suffusion of your dappled cells
Sensations pained me, faceless, silent as night thieves.

Hide me now, when night children haunt the earth
I must hear none! These misted calls will yet
Undo me; naked, unbidden, at Night's muted birth.

Wole Soyinka


More on this author:
+ Read another poem by this same author on Poéfrika
+ Visit Mr Soyinka's Wikipedia page


Michelle said...

Such strong images. I love it. Thanks.

Rethabile said...

Wole's words rock.

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