يناير 27، 2012

Hear again the titihoya (Cry the Beloved Country

Hear again the titihoya,

going about its business of forlorn crying.
On the lovely road to Ixopo, I hold my spirit.
We dig a well together.
I lower the bucket, he fills it up.
We drink, we celebrate, our one heart
soothed by what is near Then ,I scratch
his pensive head with my thumb.
If I let, he will zigzag through the veld
looking for a branch to perch....See, umfundisi,
the stars are getting closer. At dawn,
the titihoya will cry, and I will lose
my spirit....Cradle me, old man.
Why do we live here?
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Written by Alan paton

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