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FAGAN
Uit duisende monde word die lied gedra.
Ek sluit my o; soos n serafskoor
val daardie stemme strelend op my oor:
Nkosi sikelel i-Afrika
ons vra U sen, o Heer, vir Afrika.
Ek kyk, en sien die skare voor my staan:
Zoeloe en Xhosa, Sotho en Sjangaan,
en ek, n Blanke vele volkere, ja
almal verenigd om Gods sen te vra
op net een tuiste, net een vaderland,
want die Alwyse het ons saam geplant
en saam laat wortel in Suid-Afrika.
Nkosi sikelel i-Afrika
sen Heer, die land wat vele volkre dra.
H.A. Fagan was n politikus wat vanaf 1938 tot 1939 minister in die Hertzogkabinet
was. Hy is later as regter aangestel en het gevorder tot hoofregter. Sy posie word
gekenmerk deur eenvoud en egtheid.
Wanneer n mens in ag neem dat die bundel waarin hierdie gedig verskyn het, reeds in
1949 gepubliseer is, is hierdie gedig uit n historiese oogpunt gesien, geweldig
interessant. Dit klink amper of hy in 1994/95 kon verskyn het.
The Road Not Taken - Robert Frost (1874-1963). Mountain interval. 1920.
TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Vlier
Vir jou gee ek die tou
om die Suiderkruis
mee
vas
te
hou
Wilhelm Jordaan
(Ongemotiveerde toevalligheid)
AUTOBIOGRAPHY IN
I
I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I fall in.
I am lost ... I am helpless.
It isnt my fault.
It takes me forever to find a way out.
II
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend I dont see it.
I fall in again.
I cant believe I am in the same place.
But, it isnt my fault.
It still takes a long time to get out.
III
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it is there.
I still fall in. Its a habit.
My eyes are open.
I know where I am.
It is my fault. I get out immediately.
IV
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.
V
I walk down another street.