I Think it Rains

I think it rains
That tongues may loosen from the
parch
Uncleave roof-tops of the mouth
hang
Heavy with knowledge

I saw it raise
The sudden cloud, from ashes.
Settling
They joined in a ring of grey; within
The circling spirit

O it must rain
These closures on the mind, binding us
In strange despairs, teaching
Purity of sadness
(…)

Wole Soyinka (Nigeria)

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