I can look the sun in the face
 But the friends that I have lost
 I dare not look at any. Yet, I have held.
 Them all in my arms, shared with them
 The same bath and bed, often
 Devouring the same dish, drunk as soon
 On tea as on wine, at that time
 When but to think of an ill, made
 By God or man, was to find
 The cure prophet and physician
 Did not have. Yet, to look
 At them now I dare not,
 Though I can look the sun in the face.
 

African Poems

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