Your hand is heavy,upon my brow I bear no heart mercuric like the clouds,to dare Exacerbation from your subtle plough. Woman as a clam,on the sea's crescent I saw your jealous eye quench the sea's Fluorescence,dance on the pulse incessant Of the waves.And i stood,drained Submitting like the sands,blood and brine coursing to the roots.Night,you rained Serrated shadows through dank leaves Till,bathed in warm suffusion of your dappled calls Sensations pained me,faceless,silent as night thieves. Hide me now,when night children haunt the earth i must hear none!These misted calls will yet Undo me;naked,unbidden,at night's muted birth ('Night' by Wole Soyinka) in the poem above,Soyinka,
A. describes nightfall and its effect on him B. does not wish to surrender to night C. rejects the night's presence D. says that night has no progress E. does not need protection from the dangers of the night
