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the midnight hour

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the midnight hour
has a special quality
a stillness of graveyards
after hours
am I the only one
alive to hear the dead
astir in their grave?
perhaps, I am dying
and now aware
only when the midnight hour
had passed
will my spirit depart
to take solitary walks
along the stars
and rest in the moon’s crescent
sipping moondew
from translucent goblet
seeking traces of others
who had wandered this way
ears strain to capture
echoes of conversations
of the past
refreshed, i continue passage
along heaven’s breadth
dawn finds me
blanket-wrapped entombed
on the cement floor
of my cell

James Matthews

Featured Poem:

Think of Me Sometime

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think of me, sometime
as you rise at dawn
the day, like your heart,
filled with dreams and
hopes that will come true
while I am filled with doubt

think of me, sometime
as you walk unshackled
and your movement takes you
into shaded walks and pleasant places
horizon stretched beyond the eye
while I am confined

think of me, sometime
as you fill your cup with wine
and sing your song
finding merriment in your meaning
with friendship all around
while my cup is dry

think of me, sometime
as you lay enfold
in your lover’s arms
enchanted by the music
of hearts beating in time
while I make love to myself

think of me, sometime
as you look at your son
at play with his sister
around their mother’s feet
a scene of family complete
while I have fathered none

think of me, sometime
as you enjoy life
and watch flowers bloom
to grow and give delight
life as light as air
while life for me has died

james matthews

How does this featured poem make you feel?

  • Amazement (4)
  • Pride (3)
  • Optimism (2)
  • Anger (1)
  • Delight (0)
  • Inspiration (4)
  • Reflection (2)
  • Captivation (2)
  • Peace (6)
  • Amusement (0)
  • Sorrow (4)
  • Vigour (0)
  • Hope (0)
  • Sadness (0)
  • Fear (1)
  • Jubilation (0)

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Biography

James Matthews, poet, writer and publisher, has produced five books of poetry, a collection of short stories, a novel and an anthology of poetry, which he edited. Most of his work was banned under the previous government and was translated and published overseas. For 13 years he was denied a passport and was placed in detention from September to December 1976. Solitary confinement was widely used during the apartheid years; its purpose being to disorient, to dehumanize, to undermine the detainee’s sense of self-identity. James Matthews waged a struggle against this agenda with the one weapon the jailers couldn’t take away from him – his ability to turn words into poems.

In 1980 Matthews participated in the Frankfurt Book Fair, and in 1982 he participated in the Cultural and Resistance Conference in Gaborone. He was awarded a Fellowship at Iowa University, U.S.A. and was the founding member of the Vakalisa Art Association and founding member and Patron of the Congress of South African Writers. James Matthews is the first black person to have established an art gallery (Gallery Afrique) in South Africa, and is the first black to have established a publishing house (BLAC Publishing House 1974 -1991) The publishing house closed in 1991 due to constant harassment by the previous government. Matthews is the recipient of the Woza Afrika Award (1978), Kwaza Honours List – Black Arts Celebration, Chicago, U.S.A.(1979) and the Freeman of Lehrte and Nienburg, Germany (1982). In 2010, he was given an award by the City of Cape Town.

James Matthews

james matthews
james matthews

Biography

James Matthews, poet, writer and publisher, has produced five books of poetry, a collection of short stories, a novel and an anthology of poetry, which he edited. Most of his work was banned under the previous government and was translated and published overseas. For 13 years he was denied a passport and was placed in detention from September to December 1976. Solitary confinement was widely used during the apartheid years; its purpose being to disorient, to dehumanize, to undermine the detainee’s sense of self-identity. James Matthews waged a struggle against this agenda with the one weapon the jailers couldn’t take away from him – his ability to turn words into poems.

In 1980 Matthews participated in the Frankfurt Book Fair, and in 1982 he participated in the Cultural and Resistance Conference in Gaborone. He was awarded a Fellowship at Iowa University, U.S.A. and was the founding member of the Vakalisa Art Association and founding member and Patron of the Congress of South African Writers. James Matthews is the first black person to have established an art gallery (Gallery Afrique) in South Africa, and is the first black to have established a publishing house (BLAC Publishing House 1974 -1991) The publishing house closed in 1991 due to constant harassment by the previous government. Matthews is the recipient of the Woza Afrika Award (1978), Kwaza Honours List – Black Arts Celebration, Chicago, U.S.A.(1979) and the Freeman of Lehrte and Nienburg, Germany (1982). In 2010, he was given an award by the City of Cape Town.

the midnight hour

Enlarge poem

the midnight hour
has a special quality
a stillness of graveyards
after hours
am I the only one
alive to hear the dead
astir in their grave?
perhaps, I am dying
and now aware
only when the midnight hour
had passed
will my spirit depart
to take solitary walks
along the stars
and rest in the moon’s crescent
sipping moondew
from translucent goblet
seeking traces of others
who had wandered this way
ears strain to capture
echoes of conversations
of the past
refreshed, i continue passage
along heaven’s breadth
dawn finds me
blanket-wrapped entombed
on the cement floor
of my cell

Featured Poem:

Think of Me Sometime

Enlarge poem

think of me, sometime
as you rise at dawn
the day, like your heart,
filled with dreams and
hopes that will come true
while I am filled with doubt

think of me, sometime
as you walk unshackled
and your movement takes you
into shaded walks and pleasant places
horizon stretched beyond the eye
while I am confined

think of me, sometime
as you fill your cup with wine
and sing your song
finding merriment in your meaning
with friendship all around
while my cup is dry

think of me, sometime
as you lay enfold
in your lover’s arms
enchanted by the music
of hearts beating in time
while I make love to myself

think of me, sometime
as you look at your son
at play with his sister
around their mother’s feet
a scene of family complete
while I have fathered none

think of me, sometime
as you enjoy life
and watch flowers bloom
to grow and give delight
life as light as air
while life for me has died

How does this featured poem make you feel?

  • Amazement (4)
  • Pride (3)
  • Optimism (2)
  • Anger (1)
  • Delight (0)
  • Inspiration (4)
  • Reflection (2)
  • Captivation (2)
  • Peace (6)
  • Amusement (0)
  • Sorrow (4)
  • Vigour (0)
  • Hope (0)
  • Sadness (0)
  • Fear (1)
  • Jubilation (0)

the midnight hour

Enlarge poem

the midnight hour
has a special quality
a stillness of graveyards
after hours
am I the only one
alive to hear the dead
astir in their grave?
perhaps, I am dying
and now aware
only when the midnight hour
had passed
will my spirit depart
to take solitary walks
along the stars
and rest in the moon’s crescent
sipping moondew
from translucent goblet
seeking traces of others
who had wandered this way
ears strain to capture
echoes of conversations
of the past
refreshed, i continue passage
along heaven’s breadth
dawn finds me
blanket-wrapped entombed
on the cement floor
of my cell

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