De Zuidafrikaanse dichteres Elisabeth Eybers werd geboren op 16 februari 1915 in Klerksdorp. Zie ook alle tags voor Elisabeth Eybers op dit blog.
Opsomming
Tot dusver kom dit eenvoudig hierop neer:
jy het verduur wat jy geprogrammeer
was om vanaf die aanvang te deurstaan
en benader nou die einde van jou baan.
’n Skroothoop nietighede skep ballas,
daarmee sou jy ’n hele koffer vol
kon stop om sonder omkyk te verkas,
met rym – indien moontlik – steeds in ’n verfraaiende rol.
Poet as Housewife
Always a broom leaned against a wall,
meals never on time, if they come at all.
Days without dates through which she moves
empty and stubborn, slightly confused.
Ironing hung dejectedly over a chair,
gestures that come from who-knows-where.
Old letters unanswered, piled together,
papers and pills stuffed deep in a drawer.
Thankful to be part of your heart’s great whole
yet devoted to the limits of her own small skull.
O orderly biped, take heed,
leave her alone—let her read.
Vertaald door Jacquelyn Pope
The prayer of stiffening souls
Make us immortal for one single hour,
grant us the folly of one mindless deed!
The eye that for no lasting goal would scour
but, feverish and wide, would only heed
what’s caught in a pale face – the instant’s flare –
not mourning for the ashes when it’s spent,
a scream that hangs there in the listless air
like blood-red rose held in a haze of scent!
Our hearts have never been so still, so bare…
The darkness like a wall begins to tower,
dividing us from life-and-death, and there
we talk of it as late-night hours recede…
Make us immortal for one single hour,
grant us the folly of one mindless deed!
Vertaald door John Irons
Lees verder “Elisabeth Eybers, Anil Ramdas, Ingmar Heytze, Iain Banks, Iris Kammerer, Alfred Kolleritsch”