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The African Muse
By Bart Wolffe, Zimbabwean poet
How deeply the stones speak from the silences of the past While the sculptor listens to the shape of their words. Statues wake from the hidden earth with eyes still closed At the hands of the men feeling for secrets in the dark, That silence of stone where all histories are kept.
It is a resurrection, a resurrection of past dreams
And like all dreams it has no edges
And the same stones know in their brooding breasts The spirit that attends them and the artist who serves To waken their ghosts with the hammer’s knock
A chisel’s key unlocking the egg from the nest On stone wings that fly for the eyes of all to see.
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