With what shall I compare thee?
for before thee I crave the key
to open a poet’s Muse designed
a new source of beauty redefined
thou art a black flower of the Sudan
thou art an epitome of true African
thy symmetry carved in ebony tinsel
from the forge of thy designer’s chisel
thy gorgeous gait on life’s runway
no fare to pay I opt for stowaway
as I grope to see thy dark skin dazzle
thy gait envied by the daintiest gazelle
Thy triumphant beauty is peerless
thy humble innocence is spotless
thy sparkling teeth is like crystals
flecks of brocaded delicate petals
Alek, thou smile like an ecstatic balm
soothing to the tireless painter’s palm
now intoxicated by your beauty to faint
as I strive thy beauty captured in paint
Thou quintessence of exquisiteness
thy statute of beauty is delicateness
thy feet I lay panting the art to master
in careful portrayal my heart to muster
Written by
Dela Bobobee©
'thou art a black flower of the Sudan thou art an epitome of true African thy symmetry carved in ebony tinsel from the forge of thy designer’s chisel' You are a magician with your words.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
so beautiful i could sing it with beats of african drum. reminds me of those african paintings of maiden in accra. thanks. md.