“A song of Africa”

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“If I know a song of Africa,

of the giraffe

and the African new moon lying on her back,

of the plows in the fields

and the sweaty faces of the coffee pickers,

does Africa know a song of me?

Will the air over the plain

quiver with a color that I have had on,

or the children invent a game in which my name is,

or the full moon

throw a shadow over the gravel of the drive

that was like me,

or will the eagles of the Ngong Hills look out for me?"

Isak Dinesen, Out of Africa