eyes open, of the prodigal;
upward to heaven shoot
where stars will fall from.
Which secret I have told into no ear;
into a dughole to hold,
not to drown with –
Which secret I have planted into beachsand;
now breaks
salt-white surf on the stones and me,
and lobsters and shells in
iodine smell —
maid of the salt-emptiness,
sophisticreamy, native,
whose secret I have covered up with beachsand.
Shadow of rain
over sunbeaten beach,
shadow of rain
over man with woman.
Christopher Okigbo
Christopher Ifekandu Okigbo was born in 1930. He was a Nigerian poet and he is today widely acknowledged as one of the most outstanding postcolonial English-language African poets and one of the major modernist writers of the twentieth century. He died in 1967 while fighting for the independence of Biafra.
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