her words were every new day to me
he with reflections in his eyes
floating like planets, so far, so wide
and the Southern diamond stars waits
they wait for me to come
on a Friday night
on a Friday night
in the beautiful Kamdeboo
"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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