Pillage
By Antjie Krog
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Pillage is translated by poet and translator, Karen Press.
Antjie Krog
Anna Elizabeth (Antjie) Krog is op 23 Oktober 1952 in Kroonstad gebore. Sy is 18 jaar oud toe haar eerste digbundel, Dogter van Jefta, in 1970 verskyn. In 1972 verskyn Januarie-suite en dit is in 1973 met die Eugène Marais-prys bekroon. Sy behaal 'n BA-graad en honneursgraad in Engels (1973) aan die Universiteit van die Vrystaat. In 1976 verwerf sy 'n MA-graad in Afrikaans aan die Universiteit van Pretoria. Haar digbundel Jerusalemgangers is in 1987 met die Rapportprys bekroon en in 1990 ontvang Antjie die Hertzogprys vir poësie vir Lady Anne. In 1993 is sy aangestel by die tydskrif Die Suid-Afrikaan, en in 1995 begin sy as politieke verslaggewer by die SAUK te werk. Antjie lewer van 1996 tot 1998 verslag oor die Waarheids- en Versoeningskommissie. Sy verwoord haar ervarings oor die proses in Country of my Skull wat in 1998 gepubliseer is en wat met onder meer die Alan Paton-toekenning vir niefiksie en die Olive Schreiner-prys ontvang. In 2003 word die bundel Met woorde soos met kerse, wat haar Afrikaanse vertalings en herbewerkings van poësie uit Suid-Afrikaanse inheemse tale, en een van die San-tale, bevat, aangewys as die wenner van die Suid-Afrikaanse Vertalersinstituut se driejaarlikse wedstryd. Kwela Boeke publiseer in 2004 die digbundel Die sterre sê 'tsau' en dit haal die kortlys van die M-Net-prys vir poësie vir 2005. Kleur kom nooit alleen nie is in 2001 met die eerste RAU-prys vir skeppende skryfwerk bekroon. Sy is sedert 2004 'n buitengewone professor in Lettere en Wysbegeerte aan die Universiteit van die Wes-Kaap.
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Antjie Krog
pillage
Translated by Karen Press
Human & Rousseau
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for John – as always
1.
it no longer comes to me
it no longer comes to me
the sound
the sound of a poem
no longer comes to me
*
luxuriantly the summer spreads her windblue scarf
it billows with apples, roses and sheaves
in the old orchard plums hang like dark apprehensions
swallow your heart, my love we’re eating blades of grass
*
a bulbul snuggles up a goshawk
sways in the silverleaf almond
a world taking its leave is all that pierces
through so many saddled words
oh, my squandered language and chasm of verse
the bells of the western church
peal like cassocks through the wet night
*
how lost we slip through our own hands
how perverse the daylight in your lashes
when last were we liverbrown with desire
leekgreen in our own deeds
when last a new field of air
and our prey cochineal red
we no longer practise that wakefulness
*
flames spark like blossoming sword lilies
eyeball white the virus flares
fire sizzles deep in the lung sacs
hissing blood bubbles through aortas
*
the nervous systems of the winter trees
hang dead still in the fallow air
the cancerous nests of doves
the scrofulous weaver nests
*
it no longer comes to me
everything is iron everything has congealed
I read how others write:
clove brown, Prussian blue, and creamy, creamy your neck
your long, long, long legs fill me with fury
but to me?
to me it simply no longer comes
once I belonged to the ones on fire
now my voice wants to drift
it trembles repulsively clammy with care and forgiveness
writing retreat
dearest
on a strange, depressing, rainy day
I left you
are you aware that I miss you?
that I left summer behind for winter?
would that I met you
suddenly coming round a corner
you’re in my books with your consent
how are you?
how often I think of you
that you should be here
as always I wait for news
to transform everything my eyes see
take everything audible into my mouth
the inward curl of your navel
the lightlap of larynx
poetry relates the sacral as night falls over the earth
I discover it one misty morning in May
light, but no sky
seeing, but no distance
a sort of chasing after dreams
and what do I discover:
formed by a thousand leaves and grasses
hanging in the air?
a tunnel a road
a corridor of drops of light
as if you came across a place for the first time, too late
every movement already broken by the railway track
birch trees deny any orientation
of pain and deliverance
of being lost in thought and seized with fear
it has happened: the moment of ending
little of our sweet weariness has remained
just insects digesting our pasts
what are you doing? probably reading on your cellphone?
we’re entering a new era, a different kind of fear
something invisible I just write what I can
please, don’t forget that I will never forget you
without giving you notice
it’s when I’m away from you
it’s when I’m away from you
that I’m suddenly overwhelmed
by a fear: what would my life
be like without you?
because suddenly I see you from a distance
how now at home you
go your own precise, inconspicuous way
with your silver ponytail down your back
and know how my whole life long
I’ve been able to depend on you
on your judgement
your stubborn moral compass
your unyielding empathy
your inflexible understanding and respect for me
your X-ray insight into my deepest decay
your brusque language
your soft heart your hard tongue
and that from wherever to whatever
I can always and always
come back to you
and that you’ll be glad to see me
I know also that inside
you’re filled with worry and stress
your powerlessness that you keep to yourself
and that sometimes, when you’re alone, you think
that I never loved you enough . . .
that I chose you as a refuge
and not as the consummation of fiery love
I embrace you through all the barriers of the poem
I have no patience with such spiteful slurs
I refuse to mine for arguments and proofs against them
I only know that the mere thought of you somewhere in the