(Ode to Nandine Gordimer)
Nadine Gordimer ‪#‎RIP‬


[She was called one of the great “guerrillas of the imagination” by the poet Seamus Heaney]

Dear poet, who said:
‘There is no moral authority
Like that of Sacrifice’
It was you, people give
One another things that can’t be
Gift-wrapped, how many lovers know

The gifts that were given freely
And now departed, it’s a power
Of something which I am convinced
There is no innocence this side of the womb
These pretty games we play for
A few wide altered years

Our truth isn’t always beautiful
It’s our hunger for it that makes us come alive
Passion is the fact of our lives
Those who say ‘I cannot live with someone
Who cannot live without me’
Know the secret, sociology will extract it
Slowly, like art buried

The Writer loses Eden, writes it to be read
By an unanswerable audience
Dear scribe, rest with those words
I should smile, to realize what is your answer.


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