Poem "Abiku" by wole soyinka

Abiku by WOLE SOYINKA

Abiku

In vain your bangles cast
Charmed circles at my feet;
I am Abiku, calling for the first
And the repeated time.


Must I weep for goats and cowries
For palm oil and the sprinkled ash?
Yams do not sprout in amulets
To earth Abiku's limbs.

So when the snail is burnt in his shell
Whet the heated fragments, brand me
Deeply on the breast. You must know him
When Abiku calls again.



I am the squirrel teeth, cracked
The riddle of the palm. Remember
This, and dig me deeper still into
The god's swollen foot.

Once and the repeated time, ageless
Though I puke. And when you pour
Libations, each finger points me near
The way I came, where


The ground is wet with mourning
White dew suckles flesh-birds
Evening befriends the spider, trapping
Flies in wind-froth;


Night, and Abiku sucks the oil
From lamps. Mother! I'll be the
Supplicant snake coiled on the doorstep
Yours the killing cry.
The ripes fruit was saddest;
Where I crept, the warmth was cloying.
In the silence of webs, Abiku moans, shaping
Mounds from the yolk.





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In vain your bangles cast<br />Charmed circles at my feet;<br />I am Abiku, calling for the first<br />And the repeated time.<br /><br /><br />Must I weep for goats and cowries<br />For palm oil and the sprinkled ash?<br />Yams do not sprout in amulets<br />To earth Abiku's limbs.<br /><br />So when the snail is burnt in his shell<br />Whet the heated fragments, brand me<br />Deeply on the breast. You must know him<br />When Abiku calls again.<br /><br /><br /><br />I am the squirrel teeth, cracked<br />The riddle of the palm. Remember<br />This, and dig me deeper still into<br />The god's swollen foot.<br /><br />Once and the repeated time, ageless<br />Though I puke. And when you pour<br />Libations, each finger points me near<br />The way I came, where<br /><br /><br />The ground is wet with mourning<br />White dew suckles flesh-birds<br />Evening befriends the spider, trapping<br />Flies in wind-froth;<br /><br /><br />Night, and Abiku sucks the oil<br />From lamps. Mother! I'll be the<br />Supplicant snake coiled on the doorstep<br />Yours the killing cry.<br />The ripes fruit was saddest;<br />Where I crept, the warmth was cloying.<br />In the silence of webs, Abiku moans, shaping<br />Mounds from the yolk.<br />http://literature366.blogspot.com/2017/01/poem-abiku-by-wole-soyinka.html<br />