ek wou altyd aan jou vat
ten diepste met my hele wese
bemin ek jou
ek wou jou vingers in my voel
my tong in jou mond laat spoel
en jou die hele nag lank
soen
"As you will learn later, the transformation of the stuff of my world into poetry, is a bit of a mystery to me, as I think it is for many poets.” John Haislip (1925–2011) (Literature and the Sea Conference, 1976)
Annora Eksteen Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea But sad mortality o’er-sways their power, How with this rage shall b...
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