In this world where we forget we are shadows of who we are, and the true expressions we form in that other where, souls, we live, are here grimaces and signs. All is night and confusion that exists among us here: projections, smoke scattered from the fire whose glow is hidden when we look at…
“It is a fearful night; a feeble glare Streams from the sick moon in the o’erclouded sky; The ridgy billows, with a mighty cry, Rush on the foamy beaches wild and bare;No bark the madness of the waves will dare; The sailors sleep; the winds are loud and high; Ah, peerless Laura! for whose love…
we cannot see far into the distance neither can we see what used to stand there but today we can see trees separated by wind and air and if we dare to look beneath the soil we will find roots reaching out for each other and in their silent inter-twining create the hidden landscape of…
To praise the blue whale’s crystal jet, To write, ‘O fountain!’ honouring a spout Provokes this curse: ‘The high are humbled yet’ From those who humble Godhead, beasthood, verse. Once, the Lord raised this bulwark to our eyes, Once, in our seas, whales threshed, The harpooner was common. Once, I…
Women of Africa, Women of the Revolution! You will rise up to apex You will journey endlessly At a walking pace of the social Revolution, To the rhythm of cultural progress, In the train of economic boom To the great and beautiful city Of the exacting ends And were in leading Your brothers, your husbands…
I remember Nauru Where the sun was shimmering on the waves Sparkling in my eyes and where the palm leaves swayed When the song of Nauru filled my ears I get homesick for my little island Nauru
Dark and fearful, the night was long, But the new day has come, this bright new world, The bells of freedom, clamorous, ringing, The birds in the sky do their fluttering dance. Mansae, mansae, manmansae! Hail freedom! The sound of chains and whips, those chilling sounds Gone — and the barred windows thrown open, wide…
BACKGROUND OF THE POET Jean – Joseph Rabearivelo was born in 1901 in Antananarivo, Madagascar. He was the only child of his mother. He was educated at Catholic mission school, and his desire to study more earned him an improvement in French language. After graduating from college, he worked as a proof – reader for…
Tuvalu, Tuvalu – Our home and friend Our birth place – And end We love you There comes a time when we need to call When the world must come together one and all. To save people dying It’s time to lend a hand And everyone should take a stand We can’t go on pretending…
WALKING WITH SHADOWS BY JUDE DIBIA summarily tells the story of a young man’s named Adrian, quite accomplished in the real sense of the word but he has to confront his sexuality in both private and public spheres. Dibia in this novel, WALKING WITH SHADOWS, uses his literary charm of imaginary bring out a character…