Homeland & Other PoemsIfowodo was a frontline student leader in the early eighties and is a lawyer and civil rights activist. In 1996 he was a writer-in-residence at the Heinrich Boell Foundation. He was imprisoned between 1997 and 1998 and was subsequently adopted by PEN. This is his first collection of poetry which won the 1993 Association of Nigerian Authors Poetry Prize. Many of the poems are responses to politics; or spring from the tensions between writing political poetry, or art for art's sake, and other competing subjects of poetry, such as romantic love. The poet, quoting Neruda, first asks the reader expecting a poetic celebration of his natural world to 'come see the blood in the streets'. In the section section he writes tributes to Tracey Chapman, Winnie and Nelson Mandela and Margeret Thatcher ('the butcher'). The subject of the third section is the rediscovery of romantic love, amidst and beyond turmoil and oppression. |
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... rain rush out your bowls till roofs dry their brows when you turn taps and fetch full rust each day in a year do you ... rain rush out all vessels and pray for everlasting rain . 7 December , 1987 Sanitation day dream In her dream a ...
... rain rush out your bowls till roofs dry their brows when you turn taps and fetch full rust each day in a year do you ... rain rush out all vessels and pray for everlasting rain . 7 December , 1987 Sanitation day dream In her dream a ...
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Ogaga Ifowodo. Red rain Upon the faded bones of ancient miners from the dark tunnels of coal I blow a song of rain now my sky hangs tremulous with the burden of a red cloud ; a song that refrains : remember , oh rainmakers your blood too ...
Ogaga Ifowodo. Red rain Upon the faded bones of ancient miners from the dark tunnels of coal I blow a song of rain now my sky hangs tremulous with the burden of a red cloud ; a song that refrains : remember , oh rainmakers your blood too ...
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... rain turns it red come into the street , and hear the fading boast of a general : " blood will flow " if they ... rain soaps and salts upon the stains of my country , it shall rain to sweep to sea the soot and smoke of burnt powder And ...
... rain turns it red come into the street , and hear the fading boast of a general : " blood will flow " if they ... rain soaps and salts upon the stains of my country , it shall rain to sweep to sea the soot and smoke of burnt powder And ...
Contents
For arts sake | 11 |
Poem to the child of my time | 32 |
Mandelas mantle | 41 |
Copyright | |
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