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Patricia Schonstein

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Reading F.D. Sinclair aloud in the streets of Cape Town

The poem by F.D. Sinclair was read aloud at the foot of the Mill Street Bridge M3 highway. It did not compete with the sound of traffic, but accommodated the city noise as a sort of background hum. A Bergie stopped to listen. ‘That is lekker, Mevrou!’ he said. A very light wind rippled the leaves of the creeper growing against the bridge.

Poetry is good for all sorts of dispositions and indispositions. It is especially good for people in power, for it draws attention to truth and simplicity.

 

Song
F.D. Sinclair

Your hands among the dark leaves
Move like doves in a pine forest,
Exploring the branches,
Circling the yellow fruit.
There is sun on your voice,
Sun on the blazing piles
Of ripeness at your feet.
And I, trenching water,
Watch, and think of evening,
That quiet time when the stoep faces
Pale darkness; when I shall come,
Under the cool tree of stars,
And taste upon your open lips
A fruit more potent than the sweet harvest.

Francis Duncan Sinclair (1921-1974) is one of 149 poets included in the anthology Africa! My Africa! He was born in Inverness, Scotland. He lectured English at the University of South Africa.

If you’d like to buy a copy of the first edition, please email African Sun Press:  afpress@iafrica.com

 

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    Luso
    August 30th, 2012 @09:38 #
     
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    This is a lovely poem

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