JAMB - Literature In English (1981 - No. 24)
'Now the bells are tolling
A year is dead.
And my heart is slowly beating
the Nunc Dimittis
to all my hopes and mute
yearnings of a year
and ghost hover round
dream beyond dream'.
For this poet, the passing year has
A year is dead.
And my heart is slowly beating
the Nunc Dimittis
to all my hopes and mute
yearnings of a year
and ghost hover round
dream beyond dream'.
For this poet, the passing year has
been one of satisfaction and fulfilment
has nothing to do with his personal life
brought death to his relatives
meant unrealized hopes
brought changes
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