Poem of the Day
The People’s History of 1998
By Gbenga Adesina
The Yangtze River in China lost its nerve / and wanted vengeance.
The Yangtze River in China lost its nerve / and wanted vengeance.
three deer, large as memory objects. / They stood in a circle / as if they knew life was a game.
This world so
golden so un-
reachable this
If a man is his desire
if a man is his desire
if a man is his desire
Your “yet-to-be-dismantled” elms are few,
and by the time you read this may be gone.
In my own childhood we had one or two
Lateness is all that shimmers in the leaves,
that trembles in the bending grass,
that glistens on the berries on the vine.
He was middle-aged which
means that the mixture of
death and life in him was
the train has left the
station you can’t take it.
Once the promise has been
When cloud cover com-
plicates the crossing
all we can do is look
If we could see the lake someday without
the heaviness the clouds are always casting
in pewter ridges, would there be a doubt
It isn’t worth our while to fret about
our excellence or impotence in art.
I would have liked to be wilder, bolder,