Goodness Tchibueze Poems
What gives breath to this hide,
Reeling off cadences woven in beauty?
Beauty that tickles dancing-tide,
Dancing-tide that sprays a fragrance dusty
Upon the uncrippling feet of time,
As the offsprings of Spring twist and bend
And sway in motions sublime,
Evoking ecstasy free of end.
Oft the elements swing or swap moods:
A few time gay, and all time blunt;
Weary pilgrims recourse in boxed-woods,
When nature dims, bare of wondrous stunt:
At your wake let all glooms flee,
As you breathe a reviving glee!
Mutiat, the name with the diamond's age,
The way to nature's bank of life,
The herb from nature's unleafed page;
You are the strength to whittle life's strife.
Mutiat, your feel is the morning dew,
The burning gold in the day's sky,
The polished cresent among the stellar crew;
Your lightness propels all spirit high.