Diana van den Berg Poems

I sat with you, my beloved horse,
when you breathed your last
when others who loved you
did all the organising
...

I feel your love and strength
my sweetheart horse
holding me up
and helping me walk and talk,
...

I want there to be a place where I can go
to unburden myself of this weighted sorrow.
Love is not enough.
Its anguish is what has killed us both,
...

A branch shook.
A leaf detached itself
and fell
on to my verandah in the sunlight.
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She goes about her nothing way
Pointing plastic smiles at cardboard figures,
Doing relatives and others on given dates at given times,
As surely marked on some drab calendar.
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You are the birth of dawn colours
splashed across my eager sky,
that thrill my waking
and invite me to another day.
...

As my Nelson Mandela
(whom I am happy to share with everyone) ,
says, “Nobody was born hating
others for the colour of their skin,
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I strain my ears,
greedy
for each delicate note,
for each pianissimo dolce espressivo trill,
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I was spellbound
by the graceful arc
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If you had lived,
you would have been cold
at nights
this last week
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