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sonder 'n naam/ without a name
jou gedagtes lê na aan my
soos daai môre toe ons een was
en diep binne jou het ek verdwaal
na 'n hemel-blou-oranje poort
'n canvas van ons liefde lê tussen ons siele en ryk uit na mekaar,
die smaak van liefde
soos gulsige tonge wat oorryp pruime proe en taai spore nalaat,
dae later steeds wandel jy deur my gedagtes
kieste vol verukking
die tasbaarheid van liefde
jy sit op plekke, en ryg jou vingers deur die grond
speel met die sand en die modder kleef aan jou hande, arms en elmboe
die gladheid tussen jou tone
die reuk van aarde jaag jou altyd na.
die klank na liefde
soms wil ek net jou stem hoor
jou kielie-lag
so diep uit jou onderste uit
waar jy jou alles blootlê
sonder skerm
met ope arms
die sig na liefde
ek kyk na jou,
hoe die boeke jou toevou
jou naakte lyf daaronder so weerloos
so sag en fyn
so glad
tussen die blaaie vind jy altyd vrede
en om die hoeke van jou mond staan lagduiweltjies en loer
hulle terg mekaar weerbarstig
ek skryf al lank oor liefde
ek skryf al lank oor jou
jy wat nie eens 'n naam het nie
jy wat stilbly en altyd na my luister
wat vloei binne my en kleef aan my siel
soms maak ek my oë styf toe en smile
dis altyd net ek en jy
en ek ken nie eers jou naam nie...
Copyright * 2005 George A Hill. All rights reserved.
------TRANSLATION------
without a name
your thoughts lay close to me
like that morning when we were one
and I lost myself deep inside of you
on my way to a sky-blue orange heaven
a canvas of our love lay between our souls reaching out to each other
the taste of love
greedy tongues that taste overripe plums
leaving sticky trails
and you still wander through my mind
mouth filled with rapturous delights
the tangibility of love
you sit outside with your fingers running through the ground
playing with the sand
mud clinging to your hands
arms
elbows
in between your toes
the smell of earth is always a step behind you
the sound of love
sometimes I just want to hear your voice
that tickle laugh
that comes from deep inside of you
where you lay yourself bare
without any protection
with open arms
the sight of love
I look at you
as the books surround you
your naked body so defenceless
soft and delicate
so smooth
between these pages you always find peace
and at the corners of youth mouth devils peak
teasing each other
I have been writing about love for long now
I have been writing about you for long now
you that don't even have a name
you who keep quiet and always listens to me
that flows inside me and clings to my soul
at times I close my eyes and smile
it is always just the two of us
and I do not even know your name.
Copyright * 2005 George A Hill. All rights reserved.
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| I would have to say that it was nicely done. |
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Comment by: Juan2 - 2006-10-23 20:34
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Enchanting and romantic without growing cliche or stale, something hard to accomplish. Flows beautifully, nicely done.
Happy Writings. |
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Comment by: roy - 2006-08-08 08:22
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| I must say, the english translation does not do justice to the real meaning, for me, Afrikaanse, in itself is a poetic language. though, I do need to shake out those cobwebs and bring back my memory of lost languages, which i will do by reading this poem over and over again in Afrikaanse... |
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Comment by: - 2006-08-05 07:08
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| I enjoyed this very much. The wonderful language of love is all around this poem and creates an emotion in the reader that longs to hear more about this love that you have. I agree with denise, that some of the words don't even need to be there, but, alas, the entire thing flows like water through my hands and the Earth beneath my feet.... Thanks for the wonderful read Keep up the great work, I can't wait for your next one. |
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Comment by: jkaber - 2006-05-07 16:18
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Very nice love poem. And I'm going to add my voice to the others agreeing with Denise. I disagree with Tracey though. I like the chanting feel to those lines in the last stanza. my favorite lines:
mud clinging to your hands
arms
elbows
in between your toes
the smell of earth is always a step behind you
Hope to read more of your work.
Judy |
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