With a tracing of my dreams I’ll draw for you In the shapes of streams And the sounds of seas A lucid doodle The colour of waterdrops To show you where my world stops And my bones begin I’ll take you to the place Where my poems sing
You said that I could find you In the space that lies between The reality that binds you And the traces of your dream. You asked me, “Can you dance To a poem by Baudelaire?” “La danse,” said I. “C’est la poésie Avec des bras et des jambes.” Your hands made a ballroom of my [...]
Jy was ‘n silwer seisoen Versier met groen verassings Ek was natuur se weduwee Winter-kaal en kleurloos. Jy kon duidelik sien My siel was was vas betrap In ‘n gebreekte grafsteen. En ek het niks geweet Van roomys drome, wilger bome Of die heiligheid van somer reën. Ek sal nooit vergeet Hoe, in die sterlig [...]
Here I am again Standing at the foot of that hill of my dreams I feel it again My eyes filled with tear gas that doesn’t let me cry And I’m waving goodbye To liquid oxygen. There I go again Thinking with my head clamp on Waiting with my chastity belt on Choking on liquid [...]