
Madagascar poetry
Song of a Common Lover by Flavien Ranaivo,
Don’t love me, my dear, like your shadow for shadows fade at evening and I want to keep you right up to cockcrow; nor l…
Don’t love me, my dear, like your shadow for shadows fade at evening and I want to keep you right up to cockcrow; nor l…
Oaf the young man who lives down there beside the threshing floor for rice; like two banana-roots on either side the …
That multitude of moulded hands holding out flowers to the azure sky that multitude of fingerless hands unshaken by the…
whose eyes are prisms of sleep and whose lids are heavy with dreams, she whose feet are planted in the sea and whose …
whose countless eyeballs none has ever seen, whose shoulders none has overlooked, that slave all clothed in pearls of g…