And was the holy Lamb of God,
On Englands pleasant pastures seen!
- And did those feet, William Blake
On Englands pleasant pastures seen!
- And did those feet, William Blake
mandag 28. mai 2018
Time - a poem by Edward Kamau Brathwaite
This week is a busy week as the conference I have been organising for the past month is fast approaching, and there are countless little details to keep track of and to sort out in the few remaining days. In such a flurry of details and hours, it is good to be reminded of the bigger picture and to read Edward Kamau Brathwaite's poetry.
Time
Time is the grey wood
streaked with grain
tears carve a trail down its grave pain
the eyes are in heaven
where the clouds are closed
darkness darkness darkness
breathes through the blind leaves
akee pods crack pollen explodes
the mango fruit falls with its wound
(Printed in Third World Poems, Longman, 1983)
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