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Chris Magadza
THE WAVE
THE WAVE
THE WAVE
See yon wave
Come to shore.
It rises from the bowels
Of the sleeping oceans
And after many a days’
Troubled travel
Dies on a strange beach.
Oh how futile
Life’s sojourn
That this dust
Should rise
To fall.
Come to shore.
It rises from the bowels
Of the sleeping oceans
And after many a days’
Troubled travel
Dies on a strange beach.
Oh how futile
Life’s sojourn
That this dust
Should rise
To fall.
Kariba, 1990
© 2006, Chris Magadza
From: Father and other poems
Publisher: Poetry International Web,
From: Father and other poems
Publisher: Poetry International Web,
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THE WAVE
See yon wave
Come to shore.
It rises from the bowels
Of the sleeping oceans
And after many a days’
Troubled travel
Dies on a strange beach.
Oh how futile
Life’s sojourn
That this dust
Should rise
To fall.
Come to shore.
It rises from the bowels
Of the sleeping oceans
And after many a days’
Troubled travel
Dies on a strange beach.
Oh how futile
Life’s sojourn
That this dust
Should rise
To fall.
Kariba, 1990
From: Father and other poems
THE WAVE
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