A Shuttle in The Crypt
This book of poetry is the product of imprisonment with all bar two or three having been created during a two year period in which Soyinka was deprived of both reading and writing materials.
Due to this the poems carry a special resonance which are evocative of his time spent in confinement such as ‘O Roots’ or as in ‘A Cobweb’s Touch In The Dark.’ Yet for me the most potent of them all is ‘I Annoint My Flesh’ a prayer to his captors and to society in general with the last line summing up the theme of this collection ‘Let evil die.’
Wole Soyinka writes the type of poem that may take one ten minutes to read and three hours to discuss
