EERSTE LIG (AUBADE, I)
—a fake translation of Breyten Breytenbach's poem, from the Afrikaans
Dawn light strokes the sky of the sea
chasing shadows from our heads
urgent dreams, bright, restless
against the lingering slumber
of your body next to mine.
The uneasy origin of poet’s work
trapped within the childish speech
wants to reinvent the world
where flight was not lost to the struggle of defeat
Our mouths open, tonguing
the fleeting warmth of your throat
How certain love seemed in the morning
I held the fading eye of your body
against that deeper sleep
But you threw open the balcony windows
the blind angel trampled
the circle of light
scattering mirrored words
on the new song of the wind
visual translation from the Afrikaans
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