stroom oor haar skouers
sy sing wanneer lente weer sag oor haar vou
soos haar groot glimlag en haar arm om jou
sy tel haar rekenaar af van haar skoot
sy blaas haar mooi kers
dood
Oudtshoorn, April 2013
"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...