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Friday, November 21, 2014

Winter's Night

Winter's Night
O the small wind is frigid and spare
and bright in the dim light and bare
as wide as God's merciful boon
the veld lies in starlight and gloom
and on the high lands
spread through burnt bands
the grass-seed, astir, is like beckoning hands.

O East-wind gives mournful measure to song
Like the lilt of a lovelorn lass who's been wronged
In every grass fold
bright dewdrop takes hold
and promptly pales to frost in the cold!
Eugene Marais
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Annette 17 June 2020
A beautiful heartbreaking poem written under the saddest conditions.
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