#FF Poem of the Week

Love Song (for Anna) by Chinua Achebe Collected poems

Bear with me my love

in the hour of my silence;

the air is crisscrossed

by loud omens and songbirds

fearing reprisals of middle day

have hidden away their notes

wrapped up in leaves

of cocoyam . . . . What song shall I

sing to you my love when

a choir of squatting toads

turns the stomach of the day with

goitrous adoration of an infested

swamp and purple-headed

vultures at home stand

sentry on the rooftop?


I will sing only in waiting

silence your power to bear

my dream for me in your quiet

eyes and wrap the dust of our blistered

feet in golden anklets ready

for the return someday of our

banished dance.