The Rime of the Ancient Mariner Samuel Taylor Coleridge PART I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. ‘By thy long grey beard and glittering eye, Now wherefore stopp’st thou me? The Bridegroom’s doors are opened
Accident of Fate Abiodun Adekoya If every woman is a concubine of pain My mother is that everyone – A shepherdess flocks of pain. Barely each day gone by without her back Become animal skin