Niyi Osundare Poems

The Lion stakes his claim
To the leadership of the pack

But the Antelopes remember
The ferocious pounce of his paws
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Deep green, my testament, as I forage
through this forest of vanished glories,
my memory one shell of naked echoes
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Some days know
the secret leaning of the heart

their auricles are acres of clay
watered by the kindest dew
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I looked round for vendors of my own past,
For that Hall where, many seasons ago,
My Continent was sliced up like a juicy mango
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I stay very long in the river
And I become a fish
With a head made of coral
And fins which tame the distance
Of billowing depths
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In the Beginning was not the Word
In the Word was the Beginning


Unwind the wind
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The moon is playing hide-and-seek
Behind the clouds. A mellow smile
Lingers on the lips of the sky
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