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Mangaliso Buzani
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Date de parution
22 mai 2019
Nombre de lectures
1
EAN13
9780994710475
Langue
English
Publié par
Date de parution
22 mai 2019
Nombre de lectures
1
EAN13
9780994710475
Langue
English
a naked bone
a naked bone
mangaliso buzani
2019 © Mangaliso Buzani
All rights reserved
ISBN 978-0-9947104-6-8
ebook ISBN 978-0-9947104-7-5
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Deep South and the author acknowledge the financial assistance of the National Arts Council for the production of this book
Earlier versions of some of these poems were published in New Coin , Carapace , Aerial , South of Samora , and Illuminations 32 (special South African issue)
Cover design: Liz Gowans and Robert Berold
Text design and layout: Liz Gowans
Cover drawing: Amos Letsoalo ‘Fisherman’ (charcoal on paper)
Contents
I
The rain
My first lesson
Death of the leaves
Inside the river
The oven of god
Revelation
Imbawula
Naked in your fire
Dreams and bread
Heaven
Kiss me
My daily bread
Completely clean
Themba
To my father
Prayer of a leaf
Seed of a lily
II
Daily verse
Ribs of a leaf
Leaves
Sick words
Dear doctor
The day he left
The moon has lost its light
I will be gone
Rain
The drowning heart
Only then
Ear
To my family
The fire
III
A naked bone
IV
She will come back
Mbizo Square
Sign language
The garden
The house was swept clean
Wrapped with spinach leaves
It is Thursday
I
The rain
Straight to the garden
the rain came
wearing clear-beaded shoes
it landed on the naked seed
which was fast asleep on its bed
the first sound I heard with my ears
was the creaking of an old bed
that needed some missing screws
to tighten its legs
but the rain kept on falling
the bed kept on singing
My first lesson
I was dust
but after the work of the holy hands
I rose up like a wave of the sea
to praise the sky
on my arrival here
I looked at my hand
and I named it a hand
I kept on naming things
until a full body arrived
so I settled among the flowers
quiet as leaves
I was welcomed by the snails
who taught me how to make
a trail of light on a leaf
Death of the leaves
The sun
wearing a yellow robe
and silver shoes
touched the trees with fire
One by one leaves left their homes
falling without a word
light in weight but heavy with pain
They lost their green
their bones
their clothes
among the stones
Inside the river
Inside the heart of the river
I want to be a sea-dog
but this nose can’t sniff
the scent of umamlambo
inside the head of the river
I want to be a writer
but this water
can’t keep the paper dry
inside the shoes of the river
I want to walk like christ
but the floor of the river
can’t keep up the weight of my feet
and I sink
to read poems
to frogs
The oven of god
Out of clay
from the oven of god
we came down here
losing our feathers
one by one
after each star
we left behind
to be human beings
we lost more of heaven
for sex in the garden
one foot on a thorn
brother
we must organise
some shoes