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Robert Berold

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Two houses from Rain across a paper field

the house next door
for Denis

Down the road, to your house,
autumn of our childhood –
the leaves are turning brown.

You’re sitting on your back stoep.
Somewhere on the left
is the story of Genesis –

Adam and Eve in the garden,
God in the trees.
Music comes sidways out your door.

On your wall a photgraph –
a beautiful haunted Turkish face
torn from the National Geographic.

There’s a river of light in your garden.
The sky is clean and sad.
I take off my shoes.

*

the town’s new houses

The town’s new houses stray in empty bush,
the old house stands in ruins.
The wind has gathered all the doubts
and blown them, one big questions, through the hills.

Following the dusk with my binoculars
I picked up distant traffic on the national road,
the tiny townships where the farmers
close their labourers in.

Still not sure what happened,
How the earth’s internal organs moved.
Found myself before a farmhouse,
dark transparencies of egrets beat across a vlei

[Rain across a paper field was published by Gecko Poetry in 1999]

 

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  • <a href="http://liesljobson.bookslive.co.za" rel="nofollow">Liesl</a>
    Liesl
    October 27th, 2009 @14:25 #
     
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    The world wants more houses of poetry. It is always good to find a poem about dwelling and dwellings.

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