Leave your feedback Share Copy URL https://www.pbs.org/newshour/nation/kwame-dawes-reads-the-weaver-bird-by-kofi-awoonor Email Facebook Twitter LinkedIn Pinterest Tumblr Share on Facebook Share on Twitter Kwame Dawes Reads ‘The Weaver Bird’ by Kofi Awoonor Nation Sep 25, 2013 5:46 PM EDT Wednesday on the PBS NewsHour, poet Kwame Dawes remembers his uncle, Ghanaian poet Kofi Awoonor, who was killed in the terrorist attack at the Westgate Mall in Nairobi, Kenya. Dawes read one of his uncle’s most famous works, “The Weaver Bird.” The Weaver Bird By Kofi Awoonor The weaver bird built in our house And laid its eggs on our only tree. We did not send it away. We watched the building of the nest And supervised the egg-laying. And the weaver returned in the guise of the owner. Preaching salvation to us that owned the house. They say it came from the west Where the storms at sea had felled the gulls And the fishers dried their nets by lantern light. Its sermon is the divination of ourselves And our new horizon limits at its nest. But we cannot join the prayers and answers of the communicants. We look for new homes every day. For new altars we strive to re-build The old shrines defiled by the weaver’s excrement. We're not going anywhere. Stand up for truly independent, trusted news that you can count on! Donate now
Wednesday on the PBS NewsHour, poet Kwame Dawes remembers his uncle, Ghanaian poet Kofi Awoonor, who was killed in the terrorist attack at the Westgate Mall in Nairobi, Kenya. Dawes read one of his uncle’s most famous works, “The Weaver Bird.” The Weaver Bird By Kofi Awoonor The weaver bird built in our house And laid its eggs on our only tree. We did not send it away. We watched the building of the nest And supervised the egg-laying. And the weaver returned in the guise of the owner. Preaching salvation to us that owned the house. They say it came from the west Where the storms at sea had felled the gulls And the fishers dried their nets by lantern light. Its sermon is the divination of ourselves And our new horizon limits at its nest. But we cannot join the prayers and answers of the communicants. We look for new homes every day. For new altars we strive to re-build The old shrines defiled by the weaver’s excrement. We're not going anywhere. Stand up for truly independent, trusted news that you can count on! Donate now