I'm inspired by acclaimed poets alone,
living an exemplary life ‘till now.
So many years had gone by in a flash.
Abiding by metre, sonorous tones,
for which I have nothing concrete to show,
except rejection slips. I'd forsaken
all my erstwhile friends whom time has whitewashed,
many being sybarites to the bone -
Whiskey-husky voices to Bacchus bow.
As the upheaval at Meiringspoort rash
but spectacular, where man drove his stake:
to trim as many spent dead boughs I ought
when the New Year looms. I quiver and shake
to find a fit for many random thoughts.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem