Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep
BY ROBERT FROST
THE ETHIOPIAN HERALD SUNDAY EDITION 24 NOVEMBER 2024
-Can’t go to sleep
My heart is wet by my tears
My soul is filled with a lot of fears
I get worse every day
I got no happy day
I’m empty inside
I wish I could just hide
But how? How do I get peace
When nothing is at ease
I try to hide my pain
And start to count one to ten
To get a good night sleep
But my eyes don’t have a zip
My pain is really deep
And I can’t go to sleep
But still, I don’t give up
I try to fill the gap
I have hope in my heart
So I’ll pray every day
Cause I know God will soon clear my way.
BY TSION YEHUALA
THE ETHIOPIAN HERALD SUNDAY EDITION 24 NOVEMBER 2024
– Reconciliation in hell
Your imperfection enticed me
Your delicacy melted my heart
Full of sin and blemish, I fell in love with you.
Your pride disgraced my honor
I withered like a dead flower before you
You spit your venom and spite at my face,
I succumbed to your impudence.
You captured my heart and squeezed blood out of it
You ground my audacity and snorted it like a drug.
Filled with depravity, you bewitched me
I fell in love with you.
I cracked, like an ancient wall
Before your profane presence
You are as hopeless as life itself but you are my faith,
You are not worthy of worth but my being values you
With your flame all burned out, I fell in love with you
Having washed out my life, you left
I lost myself in you.
I looked for you with tiger eyes; a day, a month, a year
I sniffed around the earth like a hungry wolf, to locate your scent
My ears were pulled up like a cat in case I heard your strides
I walked and walked, I ran and ran,
But I couldn’t find you
Then I found someone who said you were gone for good
You left the world with displeasure and that displeasured me.
But I want you to know, when I depart this life,
I long to come to hell…so I can be with you
Then you will see me for who I was and
Be satisfied.
And that… will satisfy me.
BY ALEM KIDANE
THE ETHIOPIAN HERALD SUNDAY EDITION 24 NOVEMBER 2024
– Desire seared with fire
Though the sun
Is due to sink
Behind the hill,
Also it is high time
To foot the bill,
When “Ran out of time
He needs
A sprinted finish! ”
Mockery is atop
On the rumor’s mill,
As if time stood still,
In my lovesick heart
There is a hole to fill,
A hole resulting from
Unanswered algebraic
Love’s drill
Once, smote by a girl
With charms dressed
To kill
And ironically
The sole physician
To prescribe for
The sickness
The right pill.
Still the eye-opener
And bitter-sweet love
Not to outgrow
I have the will,
Even with the knowledge
As her heart
Dwells elsewhere
My chance to get her
Is almost nill.
Despite she is a mom
On the other end of
The ocean
To her I give
Extra-normal attention.
To her I give
Extra-normal attention.
As she is seared
On my heart
With fire
Stop shall not I
My desire!
Forget can’t I
Her voice act and attire.
Why, why, why
Someone
Or some moment
I fail to forget
Till I die!
BY ALEM HAILU G/KRISTOS
THE ETHIOPIAN HERALD SUNDAY EDITION 24 NOVEMBER 2024
