A Story from the Bushmen

"Are you an eland?" Yes! Yes!
She ran off to the primeval forest
and there gave birth to an eland
Her husband holding the calf to his
chest ran to the hills: placed
the beautiful child in a fault
which was surrounded by other faults
among the hills /
While the child grew, he (the husband)
created all the animals and
ways in which the animals were to

be caught; and also the wind which
was to follow the animals
being hunted
Their child, the eland, had grown horns
and only the sun was more
beautiful than he But other
sons of the father of the eland crossed
the little calf in his sleep
and killed it because it was more
beautiful than anything they had ever seen.
Their father who had created
all animals tore off the noses of his
sons who had killed without
knowing what they had killed. But later
saying "No I won't do this,"
put their noses back on
The wife cleaned her pots and
put the blood from her dead
eland son mixed with the fat from
its heart: and stirred, stirred
then sprinkling it about, each drop
became an eland which
ran into the woman with his horns
See! you have ruined the
eland: and thousands were made
And the father ordered the
sons to hunt the elands and to
see whether they could kill one
But Cagn, the father was
in the elands: and none
could be killed:
because they were even faster
than any cloud

sonne bell Sonne guilt like the
unrosed stark Ecstasy gen
d'alume no world
disbanishment unlook See! See!

occident am the sky
To cistern insist we lie
Swim, World!
deja everything already
and see

Peaks grand the fruit soleil o
turbule wept for lily
oh see That nights
Border irreverant sweet for wounds
like the careful orion and
blooms

Is the sky husk moldy
unison newal o please?
Sickle mads pro other weak
reef annoy mew
among o sway tones musing at
Lo lo dull off the forest,
moon frozen. Emptier that

shook. Oh upon
of songs Breathe!

grateful soccer monet churning oh savage
of must Overboard! small laquel embraced
Once are the alley easily
of supine once
stood! bad!
suffer and village!

O scarcely
verge o stings Where is a new
beg of morning matin?
"yes" of the hand?

delve sky against Nude
mandarin d'etoile
A tour of slept Slept!: the pacific
the vine of orange of
sommeil

Mads of dawn! Rape of you you....
o the autumn sand

Mounting!
O dive!
song song restay fairness of
dawn. That cry of
booze that sparrow
of soul "miradel"
unique justly lotus
nothingless char of sunday.
Vicious of moon for the actual.
Live digress

Old like the praise cast
still at day Assuage
of rose of eye
lovingly sun

O sun with the dreadful
of kind Man! full! of the organ
of move
Shoulder are the vines
are the plus are the
autumn of found are the fallen
blank are the aussi
the loping soon
the wet

blank the soleil les fleurs
the Force of rainbow
shout the fishing
quell quell. River of sacred
pitifully fairly

admiring cane from

cane one enemy sings
to find to
bird oh
ladel of fix
oh severally plund of
cruel, like mars
for my earth,
like loom for the understand.

To need am the fly
The breathe no pavillion to this
pain. Nape, so
the precipice is june But for the
villanous level joyous
as the town so play

* Spring and Summer 1961