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|Posted By: OLAWUYI MUTIU|
Posted On: May 26, 2010
|A POEM OF THREE GENERATION|
My findings have shown that the poems of the two writers are wanderful but incomplete. Hence, I have decided to complete the poems thus:
BETWEEN THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD AND THE NYMPH
by OLAWUYI, MUTIU (The Jungle Poet)
To live with thee is not the case
With pleasure prove and fearless face
The shepherd tongue may look like hay
But hills and fields … might move the May.
Though truth thy saiths: grow cold the rocks –
From field to fold time drives the flocks
And nightingale can change to swarm –
From sunny zone the rain must come…
From noisy swarm the honey comes;
From silent snake, the sorry comes.
The youth shall fade and love shall fold
Stepper on stream calls not the cold.
The rose of love shall fade a day;
The mode of love shall wait to pay.
The rings of loves is not the word,
The pence for soup is just the sword…
With belt of straw and ivy buds;
The coral clap and amber studs,
To two of thee may not or move –
Sometimes the things might breed the love.
|Posted By: Lillian|
Posted On: Apr 13, 2009
And he was.