Senegal poetry
The Continent That Exists No More byAmadou Elimane Kane
was walking through distant ages When I arrived in a continent Which perhaps had not existed Save to a distorted gaze…
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Senegal poetry
The Vultures by David Diop
In those days When civilization kicked us in the face When holy water slapped our cringing brows The vultures built i…
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Africa my Africa by David Biop
Africa my Africa Africa of proud warriors in ancestral savannahs Africa of whom my grandmother sings On the banks of …
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The Renegade by David Diop
My brother you flash your teeth in response to every hypocrisy My brother with gold-rimmed glasses You give your mast…
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Your Presence by David Diop
In your presence I rediscovered my name My name that was hidden under the pain of separation I rediscovered the eyes no…
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Listen Comrades by David Diop
Listen comrades of the struggling centuries To the keen clamour of the Negro from Africa to the Americas They have ki…
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Ball by Birgo Diop
A scroll of blue, an exquisite thought Moves upwards in a secret accord And the gentle pink explosion the shade filte…
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Vanity by Birago Diop
If we tell, gently, gently All that we shall one day have to tell, Who then will hear our voices without laughter, Sad …
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Diptych by Birago Diop
The Sun hung by a thread In the depths of the Calabash dyed indigo Boils the great Pot of Day. Fearful of the approac…
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Be Not Amazed by Leopold Sédar Senghor,m
Be not amazed beloved, if sometimes my song grows dark, If I exchange the lyrical reed for the Khalam or the tama And…
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I Will Pronounce Your Name by Leopold Sédar Senghor,
I will pronounce your name, Naëtt, I will declaim you, Naëtt! Naëtt, your name is mild like cinnamon, it is the fragr…
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New York by Leopold Sedar Senghor
New York! At first I was confused by your beauty, by those great golden long-legged girls. So shy at first before you…
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What Dark Tempestuous Night
What dark tempestuous night has been hiding your face? And what claps of thunder frighten you from the bed When the f…
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Visit by Leopold Sédar Senghor
dream in the intimate semi-darkness of an afternoon. I am visited by the fatigues of the day, The deceased of the yea…
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Prayer to Masks by Leopold Sédar Senghor.
Black mask, red mask, you black and white masks, Rectangular masks through whom the spirit breathes, I greet you in s…
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Blues by Léopold Sédar Senghor
The spring has swept the ice from all my frozen rivers My young sap trembles at the first caresses along the tender b…
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Luxembourg 1939 by Léopold Sédar Senghor
This morning at the Luxembourg, this autumn at the Luxembourg, as I lived and relived my youth No loafers, no water, …
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In Memoriam by Léopold Sédar Senghor,
It is Sunday. I fear the crowd of my brothers with stony faces. From my tower of glass filled with pain, the nagging …