Exodus
Dew-risen art the dawn of life
This life, my passage
Curiosity arrays his patient plight
Against the willy-nilly hours of time
Up and down, side to side
Kites and sparrows the silent skies weave
Coasting all mounts and Dale's in dark precision
Watching indifferent tides in frightful hopes
Whether happiness away shall ever come
Murky was night, but this new dawn
Hyacinth and lily on still waters prevail
Wisdom beyond peevish Solomon
The dumb's secret with the deaf is saved
Yet life's candle burns so brief
When hand well-nigh grasped of joy's garment
And all deeds seems reasoning without
Ringing out effigees of great days gone
"So dicephalous art the passage of life
Paradoxical grace of sinful Israelites
O Wilderness of sin!
Two sides defining a coin
So shall man wade this river called life
Coursing, perhaps, from Babylon to Zion
Reluctantly from Egypt to Cannan
Where people that had forsaken sin
Would find solace seeing it again"
I would rather this exodus was never born.
(Afolayan Abolarin)
Categories:
dicephalous, africa, allusion, irony,
Form: Idyll (Idyl)