| Gedigte van INGRID JONKER [boodskap #12178] |
So, 18 Januarie 1998 00:00  |
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Ek soek die oorspronklike Afrikaanse gedigte van
Ingrid Jonker, waarvan die onderstaande vertalings
is.
Gloudina
LOST CITY
Ingrid Jonker
In the rain that has passed by
faraway day and lost city
of acorns and doves full of daybreak
my hands were the one small squirrel
quick to be shy but prepared
faraway day and lost city
through all the people you have come
with a simple smile
as if from a long journey
and the rain that has passed by
has warmed itself against my body
the rain of smoke and ochre
that smells of your clean-washed hands
of warm doves and the open
orange poppy of the sky
(Translated by Jack Cope and Ruth Miller)
(I do not have the original Afrikaans with me.)
THE FACE OF LOVE
Ingrid Jonker
Your face is the face of all the others
before you and after you and your eyes calm as a blue
dawn breaking time on time
herdsman of the clouds
sentinel of the white iridescent beauty
the landscape of your confessed mouth that I have explored
keeps the secret of a smile
like small white villages beyond the mountains
and your heartbeats the measure of their ecstasy
There is no question of beginning
there is no question of possession
there is no question of death
face of my beloved
the face of love
(Translated by Jack Cope.)
From the Penguin Book of South African Verse (1968)
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| Re: Gedigte van INGRID JONKER [boodskap #100605 is 'n antwoord op boodskap #12178] |
Di, 07 Desember 2004 13:46  |
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Hallo, Gloudina,
Ek kan help as u nog die oorspronklike gedigte van Ingrid soek. Ek vra
eers want ek sien dat hierdie pos van jou al so paar jaar oud is.
Groete,
Daniel
wrote:
> Ek soek die oorspronklike Afrikaanse gedigte van
> Ingrid Jonker, waarvan die onderstaande vertalings
> is.
>
> Gloudina
>
>
> LOST CITY
> Ingrid Jonker
>
> In the rain that has passed by
> faraway day and lost city
> of acorns and doves full of daybreak
>
> my hands were the one small squirrel
> quick to be shy but prepared
> faraway day and lost city
>
> through all the people you have come
> with a simple smile
> as if from a long journey
>
> and the rain that has passed by
> has warmed itself against my body
> the rain of smoke and ochre
>
> that smells of your clean-washed hands
> of warm doves and the open
> orange poppy of the sky
>
> (Translated by Jack Cope and Ruth Miller)
> (I do not have the original Afrikaans with me.)
>
>
> THE FACE OF LOVE
> Ingrid Jonker
>
> Your face is the face of all the others
> before you and after you and your eyes calm as a blue
> dawn breaking time on time
> herdsman of the clouds
> sentinel of the white iridescent beauty
> the landscape of your confessed mouth that I have explored
> keeps the secret of a smile
> like small white villages beyond the mountains
> and your heartbeats the measure of their ecstasy
>
> There is no question of beginning
> there is no question of possession
> there is no question of death
> face of my beloved
> the face of love
>
> (Translated by Jack Cope.)
> From the Penguin Book of South African Verse (1968)
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| Re: Gedigte van INGRID JONKER [boodskap #100606 is 'n antwoord op boodskap #100605] |
Di, 07 Desember 2004 14:34 |
bouer
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wrote
> Ek kan help as u nog die oorspronklike gedigte van Ingrid soek. Ek vra
> eers want ek sien dat hierdie pos van jou al so paar jaar oud is.
> Daniel
Ja, asseblief, kan jy dit op die nuusgroep pos?
Gloudina
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| Re: Gedigte van INGRID JONKER [boodskap #100609 is 'n antwoord op boodskap #100605] |
Di, 07 Desember 2004 17:57 |
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On 7 Dec 2004 05:46:20 -0800, goo...@lycos.com wrote:
> Hallo, Gloudina,
>
> Ek kan help as u nog die oorspronklike gedigte van Ingrid soek. Ek vra
> eers want ek sien dat hierdie pos van jou al so paar jaar oud is.
>
> Groete,
> Daniel
>
>
Daniël, jy mag haar van geen hulp voorsien nie.
Sy en haar man is uit Suid Afrika verban.
Glo my, (en jy kan haar vra as jy wil - (sy lieg gewoonlik vreeslik,-
maar kom ons toets haar) sy en haar man het Afrikaans verraai.
Nòu, kla haar gewete haar aan (die deel wat deur die dikvelligheid
stoom) en sy probeer met die Boere witvoetjie soek.
Toets my, Daniël. Jy hoef my nie te glo nie, en kan haar die waarhied
vra. Sy en haar man het status in engelspraat gesoek, en Afrikaans
word nie in hul huis gepraat nie, al is hulle albei (tot ons
verleentheid) Afrikaanssprekend.
Hul kinders is nie Afrikaans magtig nie. Ek daag jou uit om haar te
vra of ek die waarheid praat. Sy en haar man is van die laagste
verraaiers van Afrikaans beskikbaar. (beter woord as beskikbaar
was nie beskikbaar nie.)
DD
Std IV - 1965-1967
Silwer Jakals Skool
Met Lof Geslaag
Selfs Prefek gewees
(Wiskunde Onderwyseres
se jongste dogter skryf steeds vir my)
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| Re: Gedigte van INGRID JONKER [boodskap #100613 is 'n antwoord op boodskap #100609] |
Di, 07 Desember 2004 21:37 |
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"DD" skryf
> Std IV - 1965-1967
> Silwer Jakals Skool
> Met Lof Geslaag
> Selfs Prefek gewees
Dis nou dieselfde ta wat anderdag
kopiereg verklaar het op verkeerd-
gespelde Afrikaans.
Penkop van Berea
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Wo, 08 Desember 2004 01:19 |
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On Tue, 7 Dec 2004 16:37:13 -0500, "@rogers.com" wrote:
>
> "DD" skryf
>
>> Std IV - 1965-1967
>> Silwer Jakals Skool
>> Met Lof Geslaag
>> Selfs Prefek gewees
>
> Dis nou dieselfde ta wat anderdag
> kopiereg verklaar het op verkeerd-
> gespelde Afrikaans.
>
> Penkop van Berea
>
>
kan jy dit vir ons hier wys asseblief?
(oor 3 weke) Voorspoed en lekker bly
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