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Like a sculptor chipping away at bits of wood, Time chisels away bits of their memory It strips away lyrics of the song of the women of my land Leaving only a fading tune echoing the song, they sang in the forlorn fields about their lives; songs of how they ploughed the terrain of their landscape for memories of lyrics lost in the vast void of time, in those days when a song beheld their lives; when servitude cuffed the ankles of their soul, and dereliction decapitated the epic of their lives. With a song, they sponged off their anguish, to behold their collective pain, to celebrate their gains give lyrics to the tune of their lives, cheat the tyranny of time and commune with the yet unborn to give meaning to an epoch lost in antiquity, Yet time strips the lyrics and scars the tune, leaving a dying song. Dead! Like the woman who died long ago, Leaving the song to tell the story of their lives. Today the tune roams the forlorn fields Like their souls looking for lyrics. To tell the tale of the servitude of the women of my land Who ploughed their soil and soul For a song to sing the story of their lives The song of the women of my land left in the memory of the wind. Now feeding the verses of poets, it echoes in Wriggling in rhythms and melodies, Hollering in distant tunes In places far afield the forlorn fields, where the song of their lives died. The stuttering lips of my pen And the screeching voice of my rib try to sing the song of the women of my land In verses far from the theatre of toil where they left a song that now roams the land stripped of lyrics like a scorned ghost. The tune tuning the tenor of my verse is all that remains of the song of the women of my land Who labored and died leaving a dying song. The dirge of their lives! — Oumar Farouk Sesay
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Hello, Ridwan!
Thank you for all you’ve been doing and your analysis of each work of art posted on this blog, they’ve been of great help to my academics.
However, this poem ‘The Song of the Women of My Land’ has been posted, but I haven’t been able to find either the blog post on its ‘Content Analysis’ or ‘Themes’.
Kindly help look into this whenever you can, thank you.
Please the poem has how many stanzas and lines
46 lines, eight stanzas.
Dirge as used in the poem symbolise what
Its symbolizes the ordeals that clouds the poem in words like “unfading tunes” “stuttering lips” and “wriggling rhythms”.
What are the poetic there ?
The use of irony in the poem
This poem is too much
What are the poetic devices used in the poem the songs of the woman of my land
Pls explain the lines of the poem to me
Thank you
I love the poem, it a wonderful poem
What poem is that