Saturday, 24 June 2023

Fragments Out Of The Deluge VII: And From Frame Of Iron by Christopher Okigbo

AND FROM frame of iron
came HE,
In mould of iron …

and he ate the dead lion,
and was within the corpse …

which is not the point;
And who says it matters
which way the kite flows,
Provided movement is around
the burning market,
The centre-

So lilies
Sprouted from rosebeds,
Canalilies,
Like tombstones from pavements;
And to the cross in the void
came pilgrims,
Came floating with burnt-out tapers:

Past the village orchard
where FLANNAGAN
Preached the Pope’s message,
To where drowning nuns suspired,
Asking the KEY-WORD from stone,

and he said:
To sow the fireseed among grasses,
and lo,
To keep it till it burns out …

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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