The way ahead by Konai Helu Thaman
Tochukwu Ezebube is a passionate poet and founder of Poem Collections. With a deep love for African verse and a commitment to sharing diverse poetic voices, Tochukwu curates a rich tapestry of poems that celebrate the beauty of words from Africa and around the world. Join him on this poetic journey at Poem Collections, where the magic of language unfolds.
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The mirror hanging on the wall, where I sometimes see myself in passing… is a dead pond brought into the house. Corpse of a pond is the mirror: Still, rigid water containing in itself remnants of color, remembrances of the sun, of shadow—movable edges of the horizon burning, passing by in circles, returning, never burning…
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They call me Uncle Tom and mock me these my children mock me they hate the hat in hand the one- roomed God I praise. Winds raise the flat- roofed house each harvest time each southern soft Se- tember. “Hey, nuncle! wanna see what God in heaven brought for me? One pink-ear’d rat, thick knuckle-headed…
Ode (from Job) by Mikhail Vasilyevich Lomonosov
O man! whose weakness dares rebel Against the Almighty’s strength, draw nigh And listen, for my tongue shall tell His message from the clouded sky. Midst rain, and storm, and hail, he spoke,Around the piercing thunder broke; At his proud word the clouds disperse, And thus he shakes the universe: ‘Come forth, then, in thy pride and power — Come answer me,…
The Journey by Edward Kamau Brathwaite
1E-gyptIn Af-ricaMesopo-tamiaMero-eTheNileSilicaglassand brittleSa-hara, Tim-Buctu, Gaothe hills ofAhafo, windsOf the Ni-ger, Kurmasiand Kiverdown theCoiled congoand downthat black riverthat tides us to hell HELLIn the waterBrownBoys of Bushongodrowned in theBlue and the bitter Salt of wave- gulliedFerdinand’s seaSoft windsto san Salvador, Christopher, Christ, and no NoahOr dove to promise us, grimthrough it was, the simple sal vation…
Oh when will autumn moon and spring flowers end? by Li Yu
Oh when will autumn moon and spring flowers end?How many past events I’ve known.The east wind buffeted my room again last night,I cannot bear to remember the bright moon of the old country.The marble steps and carved balustrades must still be there,The people’s rosy cheeks are all that’s changed.How much sorrow can one man have…
New World A – Comin’ by Edward Kamau Brathwaite
1 Helpless like this leader – less like this, we met you lover, warrior, hater, coming through the files of the forest soft foot to soft soil of silence: we met in the soiled tunnel of leaves. Click lock your your fire lock fore arm fire – arm flashed fire and our firm flesh, flame…