Johan Fourie Poems

On hearing about powerful love, respond, be moved
like an aesthete. Only, fortunate as you’ve been,
remember how much your imagination created for you.
This first, and then the rest—the lesser loves—
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At night the beast of remorse, sorrow and shame is released cause it’s dark
…..for I have made someone I love truly cry and despair
…….and I howl with the were wolves
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I know not from where the poetry in me came
It come not from the streets
.....or the buildings, or the people I know, or books I read.
...it found me that year..1994
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...this night, another night, some night, at dusk when the wolves gather as they always do
...and join the circle stealthily, familiar with the oness of those in the ring
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a stirring out there has shaken the cosmos and such energy waves has stirred interest in me, and I have meandered forth after lifting the lid on my box.....

and prose resulted........the stirring recalled memories of matter of value I'd thought had gone forever......
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Soos met die eet van ‘n Baclava
Waar ek elke krummel en korreltjie soos ‘n kosbare kleinnood vertroetel op my tong
…en keer op keer wellustig rondrol in my kies, en gerig en doelgerig versigtig fyn kou
….sodat elke sintuig die geure van vêrafgeleë spissery roetes optower, beleef en in adem
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Jy is so ontwykend soos misvingers....
in die wind op die son kant van die misbelt skuins voor ‘n koue front
…ek gaan jou bekoor en nuuskierig maak
En mag selfs besluit jou bang te maak dat jy angstig vlug
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Ek gaan my mantel neem
.....en sterre versamel
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......skalks, skaam en skugter glimglag sy
haar oë se wimpers fladder...
...fladder soos die skoenlappers in haar maag
ook...nes ‘n suikerbekkie se vlerke wat stuifmeel versamel
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Ek die man
• My siel was die skaduwee van ’n swerwer-wolf tot onlangs
• My liggaam eendag die kompos wat ’n wes-kaapse, ontwaakte roos voed
• Ons, die wolf en ek, was honger vir behoort, rus en vrede in die liefde gevind
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