Limpopo and Tugela churned In flood for brown and angry miles Melons, maize, domestic thatch, The trunks of trees and crocodiles; The swollen estuaries were thick With flotsam, in the sun one saw The corpse of a young negress bruised By rocks, and rolling on the shore, Pushed by the waves of morning, rolled Impersonally among shells, With lolling breasts and bleeding eyes, And round her neck were beads and bells. That was the Africa we knew, Where, wandering alone, We saw, heraldic in the heat, A scorpion on a stone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WINDFLOWER LEAF by CARL SANDBURG A QUESTION by JOHN MILLINGTON SYNGE GOD'S DETERMINATIONS: CHRIST'S REPLY by EDWARD TAYLOR CHANGE OF MOOD by HAROLD BERGMAN TO A DEAD JOURNALIST by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT A HORRID AND BARBAROUS ROBBERY by JOHN BYROM COUNTRY FELLOWS AND THE ASS; ABSURDITY OF ATTEMPTING TO PLEASE ALL MEN by JOHN BYROM |