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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required [Poet’s Note : This is an Afrikaans Poem with its English Translation : Form : I don’t know : It could be classified as Metaphysical since it voices direct communion with Divine & visions. This form is not listed on this Site ] N.P. van Wyk Louw : foremost Afrikaans Poet, Playwright & Scholar Sara Baartman : the San woman exhibited as a freak in 19th century Europe, labelled & ridiculed as “Hottentot Venus”. Hottentot is regarded as a highly derogatory term in South Africa, similar to calling someone an Unbeliever. Her body was later returned to her birthplace for burial, with much unholy drama (these two personalities sometimes appear to self in dream or meditation state.) _____________ Sondag middag en die koue wind waai die wasgoed droeg Ouma slaap, Oupa kyk sokker yogurt en piesang vir poeding N.P. van Wyk Louw en Sara Baartman kom kuier nie vandag nie Ek haal asem in ‘n yskoue see van Italia of Griekeland vloei oor my skewe bene “Waar drentel jy rond in die winter as ek hier van jou laggie dink terwyl my arms bewe?” God se vir my “Ek ALLEEN is jou Liefde” in die stilte veg Hy vir Siel die yskoue see draai in ‘n oomblik en weg skuil jy op ‘n klein boot Sy Son soen my lippies op ‘n Winter Sondag in die middag ________________ English Translation Sunday afternoon and a cold wind dries washing Grandma sleeps, Grandpa watches soccer yogurt and banana for pudding N.P. van Wyk Louw and Sara Baartman visits not today I breathe an ice cold sea from Italy or Greece it flows over crooked legs “Where do you wander in winter as I think about your giggle whilst my arms shiver ?” God utters “I ALONE am your Love.” in the silence He struggles for Soul the ice-cold sea swerves in a moment away you skulk on a small boat His Sun kisses my lips on a Winter’s Sunday afternoon
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