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Togara Muzanenhamo
V. The Ungiving
V. Het vrekkige
En heel even weer is de duisternis nieuw,
de aarde zwaar van het vrekkige voorjaar.
Wie hoort er hoe de milde spatjes regen
op de aarde spuwen en vergeten zangen veranderen in
Wie hoort er hoe de milde spatjes regen
lofliederen geworteld aan bomen zoet
van het bloed van geknevelde vruchten,
vruchten hangend van takken, zwaaiend
van het bloed van geknevelde vruchten,
vruchten hangend van takken, zwaaiend
gezwollen en gerijpt, nu en dan vallend
buiten het zicht van deze vlakte.
V. The Ungiving
And for a while, the darkness is new again,
the earth heavy with the ungiving spring.
Who will hear the gentle spats of rain
spit on earth and turn songs we’d forgotten to singing
hymns rooted to trees sweet
with the blood of pinioned fruit,
fruit hung from boughs, swinging
with the blood of pinioned fruit,
fruit hung from boughs, swinging
swollen and ripe, casually falling
beyond the view of this plain.
From: Textures
Publisher: amaBooks, Bulawayo
Publisher: amaBooks, Bulawayo
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V. The Ungiving
And for a while, the darkness is new again,
the earth heavy with the ungiving spring.
Who will hear the gentle spats of rain
spit on earth and turn songs we’d forgotten to singing
hymns rooted to trees sweet
with the blood of pinioned fruit,
fruit hung from boughs, swinging
with the blood of pinioned fruit,
fruit hung from boughs, swinging
swollen and ripe, casually falling
beyond the view of this plain.
From: Textures
V. The Ungiving
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