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CHIEDU EZEANAH
AMATORY QUARTET (from Twilight of the Fog, Book I ).
Love holds me captive again And I tremble with bittersweet longing -Sappho
The love that knots us hurts us… -Pablo Neruda
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Solitude
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One burnt star is enough for a child What blood can hold all the dead stars?
He searched through the morning haze The stout rocks breathe fear He anointed his eyes in the sun In shroud pictures of rain
That brood like a smile paralyzed. What shall I sing you secret maiden When you call flowering in a dream’s Adolescence?
Across the stream we are only two: I will write my flesh on your bare body That sinks the debris in the dumb-cry of flowers In a dawn full of outcast grass…
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July Rain
A raindrop leaps on my tongue, Bursts and swims between my lips With soothing taste of 1st July.
Thirsts swell out of this tiny water Thirsts roar in rushes of wraths…
Ah! my tongue, trough of toppled waters Ah! My heart, imbibe and hoard This noon’s liquid crossings In lyric’s intercourse with intercourses-
Treeing in my tongue like a green river. Let this green hour feed the air With poetry that returns Rains to the pregnant flower Song to the inhuman hour.
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SENTINEL POETRY #29, Online Magazine Monthly, April 2005, ISSN 1479-425X |
