Monday 2 May 2016

And here the beautiful fluidity of Elisabeth Eybers

Eerste sneeu

Vyandelike bitter oostewind,
sodra ’k my veilig agter glas bevind

vergeef ek jou. Want kyk hoe saggies dra
jy elke aparte ragfyn donsvlok na

die knekelharde grond om saam te smelt
tot één groot wit weerlegging van geweld.


First snow

You hostile, bitter east wind, when again
I’m safe and sound behind the window pane,

I bear no grudge. For see how gently you
bring home each frailest downy snowflake to

the bone-hard ground where all their merging white
forms one great refutation of raw might.



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