The Shepard's Of Arcadia 17 Poem by Felix Emeka George

¡

The thought of my parent
over there, in tomb
Silent!
I can no go or leave them
As I am still standing over
what next Is to come
in cloud dark of shadows
My Aunt Onu, Ogugua, held me,

I spring, and turned
In facing her eyes was crisis of cries
Like her heart out as grenadiers,
She held's me to her breast
Like tambourine of two together
Of the calabash and beads
She Look crest - felled
On chewing the cud and
she called
‘Nne'! she spoken
Aunt!
I said: down in my mouth
my head nose up at her.

"Your parent is dead" she said,

I was rest of my crazy wit - end
Of what is next I remembered?
When a blind man forget his trudge stick
I do not know what he will know again
Thus a raging tear I cried
Because
I know that it goes without saying
That is an old wife's tales of reality
They have chosen a blind alley?

Like a blind girl I was led
By the hands of her,
a lullaby - like tear
To my cries that is so failing
Like if it just happened my parent dead.
Death, do not be happy I will die!
I know it is evitable;
I do not like you
I am telling you death the depth of my mind;
That age keeps me in the dark
I know it something in dark shadows

I write your epitaph
"o death the enemy of men
Who is your friend
O death
Death has no friendship in sheep"

ii

Just like a man to feases houses
After the doing and did flew
The memories in the sanitary hands
Like a man in solitary path,
Deserted am I, like a plant.

In a lonely Island
Is all not going wrong?
That my father and mother had no other child,
With it,
I have no single being by my side,
The memory of loneliness is hurting
In my mind I like alone
Because sympathizers had gone to their homes

And at my rear, there is no love(s)
At my front, there are no friends
Deserted am I,
Really in miserable lines!

I cry, and, the loneliness
Of my staying alone at my parents death
Sharpens my suffering
In which I am made to know
That my parent's absent is indeed dead.

I have learned in wails and tears
That death cannot resurrect in grief and sighs
And that life is nothing
But is a nine day's wonders
It comes and goes like the days,
Thus, moon and sun in the cloud
Revolving in its stand, till it ends.