Wole Soyinka

(Abeokuta)

Wole Soyinka Poems

1. Dedication 1/18/2018
2. IN THE SMALL HOURS 1/18/2018
3. Procession I - Hanging Day 2/24/2014
4. Night 2/24/2014
5. Civilian And Soldier 12/22/2014
6. Procession I - Hanging Day 2/24/2014
7. Dedication From Moremi 2/24/2014
8. I Think It Rains 2/24/2014
9. Telephone Conversation 2/24/2014

Comments about Wole Soyinka

  • Caerus (8/1/2018 6:51:00 AM)

    Does anyone know of a poem by him that contains the line, 'My feet newly sequestered from the land? '
    Thanks.

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  • Komolafe, Adetunji Emmanuel (5/2/2018 8:42:00 AM)

    Sir, what do Abiku, Telephone conversation, Idanre and other poems, I think it rains, season, Post Mortem, Requiem, Death in the dawn, Hamlet, Night, To my first white hair have in common?

  • Comfort Ebangha Tambe (3/5/2018 2:01:00 AM)

    Selected poems for Cameroon GCE by wole Soyinka

  • J Temi (2/17/2018 12:26:00 PM)

    I need figures of speech in your poem “The night“

  • okiki (2/1/2018 8:04:00 AM)

    Add a comment excellent sir

  • NURUDEEN OLAWALE (7/15/2015 4:10:00 PM)

    I want to publish an anthology of poem and I need a poem from you sir, I will be happy if you respond to my request. My email is horlaguy@gmail.com

  • NURUDEEN OLAWALE (7/15/2015 4:09:00 PM)

    I want to publish an anthology of poem and I need a poem from you sir, I will be happy if you respond to my request. My email is horlaguy@gmail.com

  • Akachukwu Lekwauwa Akachukwu Lekwauwa (6/24/2015 1:06:00 AM)

    How can I get to read 'Elegy to a people' again? Wole Soyinka's tribute to Chinua Achebe. I so much loved it

  • Juwon Daniel Juwon Daniel (7/14/2014 12:51:00 PM)

    Every thing is just superb

Best Poem of Wole Soyinka

Telephone Conversation

The price seemed reasonable, location
Indifferent. The landlady swore she lived
Off premises. Nothing remained
But self-confession. 'Madam' , I warned,
'I hate a wasted journey - I am African.'
Silence. Silenced transmission of pressurized good-breeding. Voice, when it came,
Lipstick coated, long gold-rolled
Cigarette-holder pipped. Caught I was, foully.
'HOW DARK?'...I had not misheard....'ARE YOU LIGHT OR VERY DARK?' Button B. Button A. Stench
Of rancid breath of public hide-and-speak.
Red booth. Red pillar-box. Red double-tiered
Omnibus squelching tar.
It...

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