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"The Loneliness Beyond" by Sipho Sepamla is set in a rural area, depicting the isolation and desolation experienced by the speaker in a barren landscape. The setting emphasizes the theme of loneliness and reflects the emotional state of the speaker as he grapples with feelings of alienation and emptiness.
Sipho Sepamla died in 2007.
"Loneliness Beyond" is a poem that likely explores feelings of isolation and solitude in a profound or contemplative manner. The structure may involve verses or stanzas that depict the emotional journey of loneliness, possibly leading to a sense of acceptance or understanding. Themes of introspection, longing, and connection may be central to the poem's message.
The principal writers of protest poetry were: Oswald Mtshali, Mongane Serote, Sipho Sepamla and Mafika Gwala.There were also some Afrikaans poets such as Ingrid Jonker who wrote "The child who was not dead."
The poem "To whom it may concern" by Sipho Sepamla explores themes of alienation, isolation, and the struggle for individual expression in a society that may not always understand or accept differences. It addresses the universal experience of feeling misunderstood or unseen, and the desire to find connection and empathy in a world that can be indifferent or hostile.
The title announces the theme of poetry and verse that it opens with does not disappoint: "Like raindrops pattering" image is sharp, incisive, which breaks immediately, but with modesty, the reality of Africans: each of them representing only drop was identical to another one million drops, belonging to a perceived continuous rain and constant. They have absorbed the gloom and the cold rain, distant, anger and violence of the storm, crying silent performers whose only disorder is in the verb used "pattering" gentle tap that tries not to be heard.Sepamla convey to you a feeling of alienation which the reader is only partially awareLike raindrops patteringThey come singly and in pairsThen a torrent as the rush of feetShuffles onto platformsDragging the last strains of energy.I've seen hearts palpitatingBehind a single maskless faceTired from the hurrying of a citySpirits maimed by commandsI've seen throngs of peopleDisappear into little holes of restingAnd I've pondered what might be happeningWith the loneliness beyond