Tuesday, June 18, 2013

No Rest for the Idle By Kay Ryan

The idle are shackled
to their oars. The waters
of idleness are borderless
of course and must always
be piled. Relief is foreign
on this wide and featureless ocean. There are no details:
No shores, no tides, no times,
when things lift up and then
subside, no sails or smoke stacks,
no gravel gathered up and spit back,
no plangencies, no seabirds startled;
the weather, without the Matthew Arnold.


Tuesday, June 4, 2013

I Am Africa by Makabongwe Nkambule


I am a son to my Father, I am born to my Africa, I am the Future!
I am my own Father, I am on my own an African in my Africa, I am my own Future!
I am to my son a Father, I am a People to my Africa, I am present in my Future!
I am now a man just like my Father, I am Africa, I am making history in my Future!
The father bears the son, the son is father to his own inner man, the man is father to a son.
The son is bonded to the father and father's father.
The son and father and father's father are the people,
the people are one.
One is united, united is Africa.
Africa is the man, the man is Africa!
I am Africa!