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