POEMS: He is gone & Winnowed Grain

He is gone

The night that took him away and

Never brought him back to me!

We had a little quarrel. He left me

And was gone with the night.

The night that took him away.

I took it to be a light quarrel

As the saying goes:

What at all do lovers not do?

But he has forgotten about the old saying

And has gone with the night.

The night that took him away.

Oh, what a wicked night!

The night that has nearly shown me

The way to my doom,

I curse you!

I shall always curse you.

Oh, wicked night that took him away

He is gone and

Gone with the night.

The night that took him away and

Never brought him back to me.

                                                                                                FLORENCE KUMAH

Winnowed Grain

I bit my lips in disgust;

But then the ill had already befallen

Never to be righted again!

Like winnowed grain

She is separated chaff from me

Joining the great majority with her beauty!

Oh! My sweetheart is no more.

                                                                                       PHILLIP MACDINKO