lesotho poetry

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• "People of Stone"(by Rethabile Masilo)

  
  Pofrika — Authority: 128
  Look how their eyes ferret the darkness, knives of flesh stabbing the night. I have been told that like a foot in a shoe their women live and die alone. Thatthe sun of their secret loverhas not come to the rendezvous.They look at me and do not understand how I feel, whyI will lay hands on no foreheads to allay their ...
  6 days ago

• Recurring dream

  
  Black Looks — Authority: 533
  He crosses thefaux marblingadapted to thesilence of suchrooms, thumbsher eyelids shut, turns to look at us,the kids whose motheris a primary-schoolteacher, and whoselife of chalk andblackboard says good morning on itin scribbly writing.Often, when the dreamcomes back,my mouth drycompletely withthe light, my heart a ...
  1 week ago

• Recurring dream

  
  Pofrika — Authority: 128
  He crosses the faux marbling adapted to the silence of such rooms, thumbs her eyelids shut, turns to look at us,the kids whose mother is a primary-school teacher, and whose life of chalk and blackboard says good morning on itin scribbled writing.Often, when the dream comes back,my mouth dry completely with the light, ...
  1 week ago

• The Rock

  
  Black Looks — Authority: 533
  A stone is the centre of my skull,my head is a tumour.Sprouting from the top: a crop of moss the !Kung left as art,dyed with dry wood-pulp, also used to poison tipsfor hunting kudu and other game.The crude formation is my nose.The rock is a piano, the hours of my head.Here are my arms, my [...]
  2 weeks ago

• The rock

  
  Pofrika — Authority: 128
  My mother left home without me to a hole alone along the edge of the Kalahari,where I was born, a stone the centre of my skull,my head a tumour.Sprouting from the top: a crop of moss the !Kung left as art, dyed with dry wood-pulp -- the one used to poison tipsfor hunting kudu and other game, blood-caked earth, crude ...
  2 weeks ago

• The prophet seekers

  
  Pofrika — Authority: 128
  God, do not remove us From this soil we belong to This soil our flesh knows no bounds,When the day occurs andThe quick rise, and you unbury the deadSo we may continueCarrying our love of body With the crippled on our backs:We the shade, God, will blend with the graves Cry, etched in our guts and engraved on ...
  2 weeks ago

• Hematidrosis

  
  Pofrika — Authority: 128
  To hear god pray we will pitch our tentsamong the olives where he knelt,each of us witness to how he touches heaven.Therell be no alms, nor unleavened breadnor wine for parched hearts, nor harpist ofpsalms. The sun will rise west and sink east.Crimson drops will fall on our loveless troop,time will cease while he ...
  3 weeks ago

• The Pomegranate

  
  Pofrika — Authority: 128
  We swathe newborns in cotton like grapes the Alborz has never known, that paint its regions, seeds sealed against age in amber time-machines.I sweep it up and crush it in my mouthagainst the crimson of my tongue, then walk the space between orchard and chair, to where above the summer-housea yellow sun is hung.They ...
  3 weeks ago

• The Second Coming

  
  Pofrika — Authority: 128
  And if when I got to the market you wasnt there on your straw mat,straw that shines when light parses it, and dances with the moon wind(the same we use on rondavel roofs andstraw hats), if you wasnt there selling tomatoes to the people, statue of ebony, if there was nobody bargaining at a spice-table, a little from ...
  5 weeks ago

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