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Wild Roses, Words, and Catacombs
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THE ARTS
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8 / 1991 |
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B.K. Ngabwe
B.K. Ngabwe is a widely published poet currently residing in
Oxshott, England. |
Quest
Searching for a song
I probed a tangle of wild rose
sucked blood from my pricked fingers
searching for a song
I held a worm up high to see
The sunlight glow through agate flesh,
searching for a song,
I gazed into the spindrift of
a passing cloud and listened hard,
searching for a song,
heard a pine-branch clithering
against a sudden gust as,
searching for a song,
a robin burst up into noon-
day heat and fled; I heard,
searching for a song,
his colleagues (mockingbird and jay,
one loud thrush, a magpie), still
searching for a song,
and watched two hummingbirds with tongues
inside a hollyhock until,
searching for a song,
my open ear was clawed by unrhymed
angry cries of gull and crows
searching for a song
bounding off a hillside higher
up; I strolled down the slope
searching for a song
along a hedgerow where the air
was scented green with wheat-ears idly
searching for a song,
rustling for a song
below the hill among low trees
a brook chuckled over gravel;
searching for a song,
trout leapt for gnats as early dusk
was fading, splashed unmusically;
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