Into a yesterday
To be a tomorrow again.
And one tomorrow the edger-book will complete it
Of my entries and exits
And I shall go away
When my time will run out,
Come one tomorrow,
Someday when I shall not be.
I am waiting for all my tomorrows to be bundled into
To be shelved out
And finally to be thrown off to the dust-bin.
How to say to?
And its blue shoresAnd skiesUnder whose canopyLies he dreaming,Taking visionary glidesFloating and floatingAnd gliding far,Slipping intoNostalgia, homesicknessHe has for AmericaAnd its Americanness,Plucking a leaf of grass,Green grass,Piping and singing,Singing the songOf American democracy.
The shots they fired,The street plays they staged itBut the spirit they started itEnded it otherwiseGetting mired into political controversy and mileage.
The sycophants and courtiers,The bards too lost in eulogizing.None took the pains to record in history, historiography and museumology,None posed to be a curator,A history-writer writing the history of man and the world,A historiographer.The pains of taming and training wild elephants,None strove to know it,The art of keeping, looking after the gigantic animals,Like the huge…
Where are you,I want to dance like you?
Coming.Who, who,Who areComing, my dear?They are,They are, Sire.Ghana Univ. fellows.Why, why are,Are theyTo see me?Let them have seats.No, no, Sir,No, no, Sire,You are mistaken,Completely mistaken.Why, why, my dear,What, what the matter,My son,Why is this annoyance?Yes, they are, they areComing, coming to knowWhat you said,What you did in South Africa?But my son, I ever intendedTo say…
