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Poem The Zulu Girl
Poem The Zulu Girl When in the sun the hot red acres smoulder, Down where the sweating gang its labour plies, A girl flings down her hoe, and from her shoulder Unslings her child tormented by the flies.
She takes him to a ring of shadow pooled By thorn-trees: purpled with the blood of ticks, While her sharp nails, in slow caresses ruled, Prowl through his hair with sharp electric clicks,
His sleepy mouth, plugged by the heavy nipple, Tugs like a puppy, grunting as he feeds: Through his frail nerves her own deep languors ripple Like a broad river sighing through its reeds.
Poem The Zulu Girl When in the sun the hot red fields smolder, Down where the sweating group works hard, A girl drops her hoe, and from her shoulder Takes off her child bothered by the flies.
She brings him to a patch of shade gathered By thorn-trees: stained with the blood of ticks, While her sharp nails, in gentle touches guided, Move through his hair with sharp electric sounds,
His sleepy mouth, blocked by the heavy nipple, Pulls like a puppy, grunting as he eats: Through his delicate nerves her own deep tiredness flows Like a wide river sighing through its reeds.