De Gids. Jaargang 123

[p. 72]

Elisabeth Eybers

Nou is sy dronk en pronkerig,
'n kelk wat om die stamper gloei,
angsvallig voor die wind wegwiel,
verwelkbaar na die son toe keer.

Sy moet nog regop word en dig,
'n boom wat vérgewortel groei,
vir haar behoefte aan klorofiel
én lug én aarde visenteer.

She is an incandescent cup
tilting its pistil dizzily,
wheeling before the wind and still
turning its petals to the glare.

She must contrast and straighten up,
a rooted and far-reaching tree
that for its store of chlorophyll
investigates both earth and air.