Thursday, 21 July 2016

The Fence - Lenrie Peters

There where the dim past and future mingle
their nebulous hopes and aspirations
there I lie.

There where truth and untruth struggle
in endless and bloody combat,
there I lie.

There where time moves forwards and backwards
with not one moment’s pause for sighing,
there I lie.

There where the body ages relentlessly
and only the feeble mind can wander back

there I lie in open-souled amazement

There where all the opposites arrive
to plague the inner senses, but do not fuse,
I hold my head; and then contrive
to stop the constant motion.
my head goes round and round,
but I have not been drinking;
I feel the buoyant waves; I stagger

It seems the world has changed her garment.
but it is I who have not crossed the fence,
So there I lie.

There where the need for good
and “the doing good” conflict,
there I lie.

Lenrie Peters (1932 - 2009) Gambia
Source: African Soulja

3 comments:

  1. Thank you for sharing.

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  2. One of my favorite poems over the years.

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  3. A good piece. But to me, I think Peters was undecided about the African past or present, as a result of what Africa was turning into shortly after independence.

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