miercuri, 3 septembrie 2008

Half-Caste by John Agard

A special poem for me... here it is :

"
Excuse me
standing on one leg
I'm half-caste.

Explain yuself
wha yu mean
when yu say half-caste
yu mean when Picasso
mix red and green
is a half-caste canvas?
Explain yuself
wha yu mean
when yu say half-caste
yu mean when light and shadow
mix in de sky
is a half-caste weather?
well in dat case
England weather
nearly always half-caste
In fact some o dem clouds
half-caste till dem overcast
So spiteful dem don't want de sun pass
Ah, rass

Explain yuself
wha yu mean
when yu say half-caste
yu mean Tchaikovsky
sit down at dah piano
an mix a black key
wid a white key
is a half-caste symphony?

Explain yuself
wha yu mean
ah listening to yu wid de keen half of mih ear
ah looking at yu wid de keen half of mih eye
and when I'm introduced to yu
I'm sure you'll understand
why I offer you a half-a-hand
an when I sleep at night
I close half-a-eye
consequently when I dream
I dream half-a-dream
an when moon begin to glow
I, half-caste human being,
cast half-a-shadow
But yu must come back tomorrow
wid de whole of yu eye
an de whole of yu ear
an de whole of yu mind
an I will tell yu
de other half
of my story...
"