A Night At The Roman Gates Poem by Sicelo Sithole
A Night At The Roman Gates
The third and the last fourth quarters, made no sound at all
The first and the fourth parts built up a sound upon an old wall
There were scaffolds of gold, traces of all riches beside the fallen towers
It’s the first night at the Roman gates: the last finders are counting the lost hours
The night swift as broken spears, the beats gather into one symphony of delight
Now God watches all this closely in silence and repose
With the Jews and Gentiles sharing a common space upon the history close
Silence prevails in cold shatter: the mood is lost through the art of these ciphers
The senators walk around in silence, building up tumults of joy to all the lifers
It’s a night at the Roman gates: the moon await in splendor and in vivified sight
History walks around tombs of ancient queens, paving words on golden wings
Still memory sweeps this silent night, and places owned before by ROMAN Kings
02-03 March 2008, a first to the collection: 'History Unbound'
An interesting, intense set accurately described. People are waiting for something..
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5/5/2024 4:40:36 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I am slowly returning to the present... you had me spellbound, hanging on every word, every picture, every detail, every thought. You truly understand that history is vibrant and real and full of as much detail as life in the present, but only really brought to life by storytellers and poets of excellence, such as you. I think it is a great idea to start a collection of poems about history - and what a magnificent title! 'Unbound' as in an unbound collection of poetry, but also as unlimited in its scope and detail!