By Wole Soyinka Hanging day.A hollow earthEchoes footsteps of the grave procession.Walls in sunspotsLean to shadow of the shortening morn. […]
The dragonfly’s struggle against the windowpane can be understood as the poet’s struggle against the language he uses.
By Wole Soyinka Dragonfly at My WindowpaneSo when I offer me, a medium asThe Windowpane, you beat upon itFrantic wings […]