Poem of the Week- Little Grain of Sand

Little grain of sand

Grain little grain of sand
pebble rolled in my hand
pebble thrust in my pocket
a keepsake for a locket

Little sun big in the blue
a granule I make out of you
shine in my pebble little grain
for the moment that’s all I can gain

Baby that screams from the womb
nothing is big in this tomb
quietly laugh now and speak
silence in dead-end street

Little world round and earth-blue
make a mere eye out of you
house with a door and two slits
a garden where everything fits

Small arrow feathered into space
love fades away from its place
Carpenter seals a coffin that’s bought
I ready myself for the nought

Small grain of sand is my word, my breath
small grain of nought is my death

-Ingrid Jonker- (19 Sept 1933- 19 July 1965)

(English translation)

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One thought on “Poem of the Week- Little Grain of Sand

  1. amarllyis says:

    🙂
    Sent on my BlackBerry® from Vodafone

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