Diana van den Berg Poems

Perhaps the answer
to the question
of fearing
not fearing
...

Your soft television words
were mapped
in a mosaic
I could not read,
...

Like a rain-drenched cat
I will scurry inside
where it is warm and safe
and groom myself dry
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Just when
the shards are sharpest
God smiles sunlight on them
and they become
...

Bob Dylan words
wrapped in orange,
and rain melodies,
lift wide, the rickety gate
...

They were just
sunlit virgin clouds
in a clean sky painted baby blue
viewed from a fifth floor window
...

Five years
and five months
and one day
in Heaven
...

For a long time
I have known you were there.
I saw your droppings in my garden
and told Makhosi and Tigger and Daisy about you.
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In heavy grey
a silly tantalizing tune
makes the shoulders twitch
and the fingers click
...

Lonely notes dropping singly
from the flute
like saddened leaves
lost on the forest floor –
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