Yesterday i finally got inspired, and i wrote a poem. I owe the South-African poet Ingrid Jonker for that.
This semester i followed the course 'Worldliterature', and there i came into contact with her poetry. Of course we discussed her poem 'Die kind wat doodgeskiet is deur soldate by Nyanga' (The child who was shot by soldiers at Nyanga), which Nelson Mandela cited at his speech in 1994. A beautiful and heavy poem, also beautifully portrayed in the film 'Black Butterflies' about Jonker's life.
Another poem which made a great impression on me was 'Ek herhaal jou':
'Ek herhaal jou (i repeat you)
sonder begin of einde (without beginning or end)
herhaal ek jou liggaam (i repeat your body)
Die dag het 'n smal skadu (the day has a thin shadow)
en die nag geel kruise (and the night yellow crosses)
die landskap is sonder aansien (the landscape without regard)
en die mense 'n ry kerse (and the people a row candles)
terwyl ek jou herhaal (while i repeat you)
met my borste (with my breasts)
wat die holtes van jou hande namaak' (that reforms the hollows of your hands)
It's theme, love as repetition, and the subtlety of the erotic content is wonderful. And that's when i got inspired to write my own poem about a subtle erotic relationship between you and me.
Thanks to
allpoetry.com/poem/8593619-Ek_… for the English translation of 'Ek herhaal jou', and Gerrit Komrij for the Dutch translation of Jonker's poems.