Visiting Winter: a Johannesburg Quintet - by
1. Visiting Winter
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/ a wee bit frosting
/ by night
/ buys a wheen o
/ sun block
/ Naw, ye’ll no see me
/ back north
/ he hoasts
/ cauld n beery
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/ 2. Scrap
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/ Metal,…
cities
Glasgow Street - by
Out of this ugliness may come
/ some day, so beautiful a flower
/ that men…
‘Quietly…’ - by
Quietly,
/ amid the rush-hour bustle,
/ I blush.
/ I smile just thinking of you.
Returning to Tel Aviv - by
This is a place I like to know
/ with the ease of love,
/ gliding slow along the way –
/ these streets of white…
The Desert - by
In the beginning the desert
/ was the ashes of a woman
/ inhabited by a storm.
/ Hidden secrets echoed,
/ and the silent poet
/ lay down on…
Caracas - by
The buildings are so high
/ nothing can be seen now of my childhood.
/ I’ve lost my patio with its lazy clouds
/ where the…
Taalmachine - by
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/ Spreek, staad, spreek!
/ Strek je talloos veel tongen ten hemel,
/ lik aan de regen looi in de zon,
/ proef, proef het puin, stad,…
from Houses and People - by
Each spot each spot kindles an image…
/ the seashore the plain the top of a…
Glasgow - by
Sing, Poet, ’tis a merry world;
/ That cottage smoke is rolled and curled
/ …
Geceleyin Bakü - by
Geceleyin yıldızsız ağır denize kadar
/ geceleyin zifiri karanlıkta
/ güneşli buğday tarlasıdır Bakü şehri.
/ Tepedeyim,
/ avuç avuç çarpar yüzüme ışık taneleri,
/ havada rast peşrevi Boğaziçi suları…
Two Tokyos - by
Withdrawing all his postal savings
/ and putting on his only suit,
/ he packed a bag with old newspapers
/ and went to a hotel…
’Our cries, she used to say…’ - by
Our cries, she used to say
/ would scratch the moon’s windowpanes
/ and scrape the corners of tombstones which milked the moon
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/ My mother…