Poem by the Afrikaans poet Elisabeth Eybers

The prayer of  stiffening souls

Make us immortal for one single hour,

grant us the folly of one mindless deed!

The eye that for no lasting goal would scour

but, feverish and wide, would only heed

what’s caught in a pale face – the instant’s flare –

not mourning for the ashes when it’s spent,

a scream that hangs there in the listless air

like blood-red rose held in a haze of scent!

Our hearts have never been so still, so bare...

The darkness like a wall begins to tower,

dividing us from life-and-death, and there

we talk of it while late-night hours recede...

Make us immortal for one single hour,

grant us the folly of one mindless deed!