Monthly Archives: November 2013

Telephone conversation – Wole Soyinka

The price seemed reasonable, location Indifferent. The landlady swore she lived Off premises. Nothing remained But self-confession. “Madam”, I warned, “I hate a wasted journey — I am African.” Silence. Silenced transmission of Pressurized good-breeding. Voice, when it came, Lipstick

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Once Upon A Time – Gabriel Okara

Once upon a time, son, they used to laugh with their hearts and laugh with their eyes; but now they only laugh with their teeth, while their ice-block-cold eyes search behind my shadow. There was a time indeed they used

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Remember – Christina Rossetti

Remember me when I am gone away, Gone far away into the silent land; When you can no more hold me by the hand, Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay. Remember me when no more day by

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Do not go gentle into that good night – Dylan Thomas

Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had

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Poem at Thirty-Nine by Alice Walker

How I miss my father. I wish he had not been so tired when I was born. Writing deposit slips and checks I think of him. He taught me how. This is the form, he must have said: the way

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Hide and Seek by Vernon Scannell

Call out. Call loud: ‘I’m ready! Come and find me!’ The sacks in the toolshed smell like the seaside. They’ll never find you in this salty dark, But be careful that your feet aren’t sticking out. Wiser not to risk

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Piano by D H Lawrence

Softly, in the dusk, a woman is singing to me; Taking me back down the vista of years, till I see A child sitting under the piano, in the boom of the tingling strings And pressing the small, poised feet

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Prayer Before Birth by Louis MacNeice

I am not yet born; O hear me. Let not the bloodsucking bat or the rat or the stoat or the club-footed ghoul come near me. I am not yet born, console me. I fear that the human race may

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