Wole Soyinka


Cold wreath vine, darkly

Coiled about the night; echoes deep within

Bled veins of autumn
A votive vase, her throat

Poured many souls as ome:; how dark 

The wine became the night
Fleshed from out disjointed, out from

The sidewalk hurt of sirens, a darkling

Pool of wine shivers
In light shrapnel, and do you ask

How is the wine tonight? Dark, lady

Dark in token of the deeper wounds
Fall again of promises

Of the deep and silent wounds

Of cruel phases of the darksome wine
Song, O voice, is lonely envoy

Night w runnel for the wine’s indifferent floe.



Wole Soyinka

Wole Soyinka was born on 1934. He’s known mainly as African’s most prolific and playwright.

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