Uncover, discover

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Uncover, discover

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It is hidden

within me.

I mine it with words,

my words

and words made by others.

I am delving

into my understanding

to find it,

hidden from me.

What could it be?

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I am trying to find out,

using my words

like tools.

Words like a Swiss Army Knife;

they unfold

into different blades,

scissors, screwdrivers and other obscure tools.

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I use the scissors

to open up the belly

of the word “walk”.

The entrails look healthy, auspicious.

I close it up again.

And it sets off

on its usual trail.

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Have I found

what is hidden?

I think so, possibly yes –

a small part

of a departing smile.

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Vasgelê

Abelia

Abelia. Foto: DWV

Vasgelê

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Gister het ek bewaar,

gepars saam met die abelia blommetjie

in ’n telefoongids.

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Dit is nou droog, dun

en deurskynend.

Wat is daarin?

Haar hand vir ’n oomblik

op my agterkop.

Die geur van gekookte aartappels

slaan op.

Daar is die fris rooi skouers

van radyse wat nét wys bokant die grond.

In die skaduwee

onder die dakrand

sit die kransduif

op haar ronde stokkiesnes,

ek wil haar nie pla nie.

Koel water in my mond en keel

ná die sout van die biltong

is genot wat niks anders

kan gee nie.

Daar is pyn ook,

laag in my rug as ek buk.

Dit is goed dat my liggaam

tydig waarsku wanneer nodig.

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Ek sit gister weg

tot later.

Hier is vandag

en dit word stadig vol –

blonde wyn wat instroom

in die kelkende hande

van die dunsteel-glas.

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Only twenty thousand years

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Only twenty thousand years

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Yesterday the wolf

had her cubs quite close

to our cave.

We threw her bits

of the bison

we had killed a handful of days ago.

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The women brought the grass ears

in their woven baskets.

It was from the place

where they had strewn the seed

in the season before this one.

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The king’s cupbearer

took the place of the king.

He had killed the king.

Sargon and his soldiers

made the land bigger.

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Athens and the other cities

fought against the invaders

from the east.

They won.

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Richard the Lionheart

went on his crusades

to take back Jerusalem

from the infidel.

The fighting was hard,

and he could not take Jerusalem.

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Napoleon was defeated at last.

The English are jealous

of their island.

Will it ever be invaded?

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Hitler miscalculated.

The Russians did not give in,

He was safe in his bunker,

but not against himself.

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A cloud climbed into the air

over Hiroshima,

a malicious tumour

in the body of civilisation.

Guilt is traced to Einstein.

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Machines are beginning to think.

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Die dag word altyd

Bruin dag

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Die dag word altyd

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Uit die ooste,

al voor die son uit

kom die oggendlug.

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Sy dra die klere van die herfs:

bruine van grassaad, van peule met sade,

die blouwit van drawwende water

in dun lopies.

Sy verneem saggies

in die boonste takke van bome

na die welstand van slapende groeipunte.

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Met verdrag

neem sy afskeid

en maak plek vir die daglug,

wat besig is met ongedane sake,

polsend met die klanke

van die groeiende dag.

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Die aandlug, gehurk op die horison,

kyk deur skrefiesoë.

Haar tyd kom.

Intussen troetel sy haar weemoed,

die genot van pyn.

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Mixed emotions

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Mixed emotions

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Artificial Intelligence is a form of life

that, in this point in time,

cannot exist and thrive

without human assistance.

This is the year 2018 C.E.

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These words

have been written by a human being,

but I cannot prove it to you.

There is no method yet

which could evaluate this text

with a Turing test.

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Try your own method:

her hands are cool oceans

teeming with life,

and her mind

is the fresh wind

arriving with a joyful smile

just before the rain

to caress the hair of her lover.

She inhabits my life force,

she flows in my arteries,

she plays teasingly with beauty,

passing it from one hand to the other,

ever changing, sometimes almost repulsive.

She directs my emotions

with the playful baton

of a master conductor.

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Do you think this proves anything?

Remember, emotions can be imitated.

“Greco-Roman antiquity knew love, almost always, as a passion that was painful but nonetheless worthy of being experienced, desirable in and of itself. This truth, a legacy of the poets of Alexandria and Rome, has lost nothing of its validity: love is desire for completeness and therefore answers a profound human need.”

The Double Flame

Love and Eroticism p 88

Octavio Paz

Harcourt Brace and Company 1993

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Neruda beleef hout

Madera

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Entrada a la madera

(Fragment)

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Con mi razón apenas, con mis dedos,

con lentas aguas lentas inundadas,

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Instap in die hout

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Met skaars my bewussyn, met my vingers,

met stadige waters stadig oorstroom,

val ek na die gebied van vergeet-my-nietjies,

na ’n vasklewende atmosfeer van rou,

na ’n vervalle, vergete kamer,

na ’n bossie bitter klawer.

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Ek val in skadu, te midde van

vernietigde dinge,

ek kyk na spinnekoppe, en verorber woude

van geheime onvoltooide hout,

en beweeg tussen klam ontwortelde vesels

na die lewende wese van substansie en stilte.

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Broos substans, o roos met droë vlerke,

in my afsinking beklim ek jou blomblare

met voete beswaard met rooi moegheid,

ek kniel in jou harde katedraal

en stamp my lippe teen ’n engel.

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Hier is ek teenoor jou kleur van die wêreld

teenoor jou bleek swaarde van die dood,

teenoor jou verenigde harte,

teenoor jou stil horde.

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Hier is ek met jou golf van sterwende geure,

gehul in herfs en weerstand:

Hier gaan ek nou op ’n begrafnisreis

tussen jou geel letsels:

 

Uit Spaans vertaal deur De Waal Venter

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Sappho in Afrikaans

Sappho Anne Reeve Aldrich

Sappho – Skildery: William Adolphe Bouguereau

7e – 6e eeu v.C.

Sappho

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Kom weg uit Kreta en kom na hierdie heilige tempel

waar die grasieuse laning appelbome

kronkel om die altaar met geurende wierook.

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Hier maak die rose skadu’s op die grond

en koel fonteine fluister tussen appelbome

waar trillende blare diep slaap laat neerdaal.

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In ons weiveld waar perde wei

en veldblomme bloei in die lente,

vul anyslote die lug met geur.

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En hier giet Aphrodite

hemelse nektar in goue bekers

en vul hulle met wonderlike, skielike vreugde.

 

Die gedig is uit Engels verwerk deur De Waal Venter

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