Newcomer iii (for Georgette)By Christopher Okigbo
In the chill breath
of the day's waking
comes the newcomer
when the draper of May
has sold out fine green
garments, and the hillsides
have made up their faces
and the gardens
on their faces a painted smile:
such synthetic welcome
at the cock's third siren
when from behind bulrushes
waking
in the teeth of the chill Maymorn
comes the newcomer.
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