Amanzimtoti

May 18, 2008 at 12:58 am Leave a comment

deur Roon Lewald

‘n Vreemde oom haal vir sy trossie kinders
kwiksilwer vissies uit ‘n rotspoel.
Hy gee my wraggies ene!
Dis my eie, eie kreatuurtjie wat nou
spartel in ‘n blik
– so wonderlik
dat ek hom altyd-altyd wil behou,
al roer die diertjie binnekort nie meer
as jy hom met ‘n stokkie por.

Met die huistoe-ry, sat van my gesoebat
om hom saam te neem,
vou Ma hom toe in ‘n koerant, en bêre hom
vêr agter in die bak van Wilhelmina,
ons oerou, waardige swart Oldsmobile.

Tuis, as die frommelpakkie
onder al die stranddag-rommel
uit Willemien se songebraaide bak
uitgehaal word, daal daar neer op my
‘n groot Besef, oud soos Adam se geslag:
Siedaar, o mens,
hoe vlietend is al aardse prag!

Want die pakkie ruik so sleg! –
en waar’s my towerdiertjie dan?
Hierdie nare ding is mos
net ‘n stywe, dooie vis!

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Entry filed under: Afrikaans, Lewald, Poësie, South Africa.

Joseph A. Davenport, III Kant, Hume and doing Theology

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