Love, let us live as we have lived, nor lose
The little names that were the first night’s grace,
And never come the day that sees us old,
I still your lad, and you my little lass.
Let me be older than old Nestor’s years,
And you the Sibyl, if we heed it not.
What should we know, we two, of ripe old age?
We’ll have its richness, and the years forgot.
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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Aquíhijas del verbo: madres, los esparemos. Escúchenos, “vivos se los llevaron, vivos los queremos.”Recuérdenlo en el nombre del padre, del hijo y del hermanodetenidos y desaparecidos. Esperamos con la frente en altopunto por punto unidas como la cicatriz a sus costuras. Nadie podrá destruir ni desarmar nuestros pesares juntos.Amen.
