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Afrikaanse verse

Beeldhouer

12/19/2018

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Hoe lank al kap-kap
my beiteltong sy wees? Hap
ek stukkies vlees
met bitsige skalpel.
Soos Michelangelo uit marmer,
sal ek ‘n Dawid uit hom skep.
“Laat staan, My kind,” vermaan Hy sag.
“Weet jy dan nie Ek het hom gesmee?”
Skaam lê ek my beitel neer
nederig op my knieë,
siel naak,
sien ek ‘n man van God ontwaak.

Amanda Smith
​6/12/2011
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    is my mother tongue. It is my heart-language. And when I first returned to writing, I wrote mostly about the things of my heart, in the language of my heart. Some poems have been translated to English and can be found here.

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