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...THE COAT OF FIRE by EDITH SITWELL KEEP A-PLUGGING AWAY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR MORITURI SALUTAMUS [WE WHO ARE TO DIE SALUTE YOU] by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE SLEEPING BEAUTY by SAMUEL ROGERS SONNET: 73 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE SAILOR'S WIFE by JEAN ADAMS |