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    The Silence In a Dying Man's farewell
    The Silence In a Dying Man's farewell
    The Silence In a Dying Man's farewell
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    The Silence In a Dying Man's farewell

    By Anuoluwa Soneye

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    "The Silence in a Dying Man's Farewell" is an anthology of poems that explores the emotions and thoughts left unsaid at the point when death draws close. Death in the book is presented both in the natural form as the end of a man and qas an eternal parting between lovers. The poems give skins to the pains and agonies that are silent in final goodbyes and echoes the verses that often end up in the grave, unheard.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherBookRix
    Release dateMay 3, 2019
    ISBN9783748701972
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      Book preview

      The Silence In a Dying Man's farewell - Anuoluwa Soneye

      The Silence in a Dying Man's Farewell

      Silence is seldom heard when spoken aside

      -the stage of poetry.

      Anuoluwa Soneye

      Prologue

      And every day,

      I lose a part

      -of me

      I Fall

      I fall apart into

      little bones,

      then flesh-

      Bloodless and silent

      yet, I fall.

      I fall apart into

      atoms-

      in public places

      beneath itching eyes

      yet, I fall.

      I fall apart into

      things I cannot say.

      Disgust- sight of decay

      below- decomposed

      and yet, I fall.

      Death Cares

      Tonight turns cold.

      The snow steams

      and the darkness shines.

      Death lays my bed.

      I sit at the last supper.

      He helps carry my cross

      to the hill.

      Tonight turns cold.

      I shiver helplessly

      till death comes by alone

      and wraps me in his arms

      -in white.

      Oh death comes for me!

      Oh death cares

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