Sunday, November 29, 2009

vroee oggend lied

But tomorrow, dawn will come the way I picture her,

barefoot and disheveled, standing outside my window
in one of the fragile cotton dresses of the poor.
She will look in at me with her thin arms extended,
offering a handful of birdsong
and a small cup of light.
~William Collins


sy het gekom
en sy was
in die teenwoordigheid van
my Skepper