Is there aught so pregnant and potent
As the wondrous embodiment of young breasts?
Springing forth the green seed of heavy lightness
Where harsh winds and storms do quietly rage,
Ceasing when some queer calmness speaks peace
In cheerful hours of hale and hearty company.
Like dews which on wastelands drop at morn
Their spirits are roused from pure innocence’s bed
To stand still and with misty fears behold wide
The world which rough and rowdy oft’ turn.
Would that we all remain in this sweet stage.
But all too soon is spent and flicked as filth;
The simple leaves all eyes bewildered anon
And in stinging frustration lashes out!
*Aught – anything
*Oft’ – often
*Anon – at once
About the poet:
Samuel James studies for a degree at the department of English, University of Ibadan, Nigeria.
