Monthly Archives: December 2014

Antonio Machado probeer vervelig wees

RECUERDO INFANTIL Antonio Machado Una tarde parda y fría de invierno. Los colegiales estudian. Monotonía de lluvia tras los cristales. Herinnering aan kindertyd ’n Grys middag en koud in die winter. Die leerders leer. Vervelig die reën teen die ruite. … Continue reading

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Moeilikheid

Moeilikheid Die dag het nie goed begin vir die suksesvolle geoloog en oujongkêrel, Ed Marais nie. Om een of ander rede was die wasbak se kouewater kraan vies vir Ed. Dit het hom net ‘n koue kyk gegee sonder ‘n … Continue reading

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Antonio Machado se naakte aarde

Desnuda está la tierra, y el alma aúlla al horizonte pálido como loba famélica. ¿Qué buscas, poeta, en el ocaso? deur Antonio Machado Naak is die aarde en die siel skree teen die bleek horison soos ’n honger wolfwyfie. Wat … Continue reading

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Tranströmer se afgesonderde huise

Uit: Geheime op die weg (1958) Hemligheter på vägen Afgesonderde Sweedse huise Tomas Tranströmer ‘n Wirwar van swart spardenne en smeulende maanstrale. Hier onder lê die kleinhoewe en dit lyk leweloos. Tot die oggend-dou murmel en ‘n ou man sy … Continue reading

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Deep thinking

Deep thinking This is a submarine in which we slowly, gradually descend into time; yesterday, still clear, with most details visible; last week is darker, not so much that we can see; last month, quite dark; last hear, we have … Continue reading

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Elepants aren’t big

Elephants aren’t big   Today my thoughts are elephants; they wander around and touch computers with their trunks. They switch on satellite TV channels and ignore the programs, walk around the vegetable garden and dig out small weeds with their … Continue reading

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Poems by Philip Mercator

Philip Mercator sent me one of his latest poems “Hot breath”. I publish it here with one of his previous poems, “The cutting edge of time. DWV Hot breath Philip Mercator Into the Kgalagadi sands the sun thrusts his tongue … Continue reading

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