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Tari Mtetwa

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Here

Here

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Here we stood waiting
the wind, the mist
the dust and I

all of us
in grave-end thoughts
anxious and afraid

at infatuation instant
the mist eloped
to the unseen

swept off its feet
the dust rumbled in matrimony
with the whirlwind’s passionate madness

still I stand here alone
lost in lone thoughts
anxious and afraid

© 2011, Tari Mtetwa
Publisher: First published on PIW,

Tari Mtetwa

Tari Mtetwa

(Zimbabwe, 1982)

Tarisai Witness Mtetwa was born at St Augustine’s Mission near Mutare, and had a largely rural upbringing. He attended both primary and secondary school at St Augustine’s. Mtetwa began writing poetry at high school. “Even though I was not in a literature class,” he says, “I earnestly read all the books that fellow students were studying. I then developed an interest in literature, poetry in par...

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NEVER THOUGHT I’D BE A RIVER

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Naked

GRAVE-DEEP WHISTLER

Rock

Here

WITHOUT-A-NAME

POTTER’S SONG

Outside

OLD SCHOOL JAM SESSION ON RADIO

Close

Here

Here we stood waiting
the wind, the mist
the dust and I

all of us
in grave-end thoughts
anxious and afraid

at infatuation instant
the mist eloped
to the unseen

swept off its feet
the dust rumbled in matrimony
with the whirlwind’s passionate madness

still I stand here alone
lost in lone thoughts
anxious and afraid

Here

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