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Chenjerai Hove
A War-time Wife
A War-time Wife
A War-time Wife
Full with childa long parallel waiting: an anxiety;
Together living, dying
with nine-month torrents,
torpedoed with building wars
and swelling with fragrant hope
knotted to pain, pleasure and resentment;
Living, dragging on weary muscles
Till one day, maybe night,
raids rupture hope in expectancy:
Fertility perishing in thatched graves
to drive lead-like tears
down slippery times
and swallowed by history’s gorgons.
© 1982, Chenjerai Hove
From: Up In Arms
Publisher: Zimbabwe Publishing House, Harare
From: Up In Arms
Publisher: Zimbabwe Publishing House, Harare
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A War-time Wife
Full with childa long parallel waiting: an anxiety;
Together living, dying
with nine-month torrents,
torpedoed with building wars
and swelling with fragrant hope
knotted to pain, pleasure and resentment;
Living, dragging on weary muscles
Till one day, maybe night,
raids rupture hope in expectancy:
Fertility perishing in thatched graves
to drive lead-like tears
down slippery times
and swallowed by history’s gorgons.
From: Up In Arms
A War-time Wife
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