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My friends who lived with me

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Dedicated to the memory of mkhu

I’ve been struggling with memory and words for days
I’ve been struggling to eviscerate my apology to the skies
for mothers who loved and cared for me.
for fathers who broke their hearts
to rid this world of pain.

I lost so much as a result.
many friends
who drew lots with me
in pitch-black nights.
drinking-pals who sat all night with me
in cheap hotels
drinking castle lager
and heineken.

the sea wind outside drew a small score.

I stayed with friends who tried all night
to catch the soft light
falling slowly from above.

Mxolisi Nyezwa

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New Country

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I

new country
towards you
i breathe slowly
towards your
self-demeaning
humour

new country
i bow down
slowly
towards you

towards you
little is left
lovers have deserted
the street that survives
without a name.

II

men and women with money lower your proud flags
because you were born
you will not rest
because of your stealthy height
you cannot leave us alone as fallen heroes and comrades
to distribute the naive history of your combatants

country that was born at the end of the battle like the evening
but your corpses were never buried
soon the earth will be littered with thrifty soldiers
and the nostalgic sounds of unhappy children

the fresh morning will go with its summer
and the old people will follow in their line
and soon there’ll be no afternoon

soon the belly of the children will conceive theatrical sobs
the autumn, facing the west
receive the immortal wounds of the warriors
the revolution will begin
and the fathers and teachers
follow like funerals in the wake.

III

new country
the struggle continues
revolutions never end

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Biography

Mxolisi Nyezwa was born in 1967 in New Brighton, Port Elizabeth. He runs a public-phones business from a steel container in Motherwell township. Mxolisi is the founder editor of the cultural magazine Kotaz, now in its 15th year. He has published three collections of poetry, Song Trials (2000), New Country (2008), and Malikhanye (2011). Mxolisi still lives in New Brighton township, close to where he was born at 4 Madala Street.

Mxolisi Nyezwa

Biography

Mxolisi Nyezwa was born in 1967 in New Brighton, Port Elizabeth. He runs a public-phones business from a steel container in Motherwell township. Mxolisi is the founder editor of the cultural magazine Kotaz, now in its 15th year. He has published three collections of poetry, Song Trials (2000), New Country (2008), and Malikhanye (2011). Mxolisi still lives in New Brighton township, close to where he was born at 4 Madala Street.

My friends who lived with me

Enlarge poem

Dedicated to the memory of mkhu

I’ve been struggling with memory and words for days
I’ve been struggling to eviscerate my apology to the skies
for mothers who loved and cared for me.
for fathers who broke their hearts
to rid this world of pain.

I lost so much as a result.
many friends
who drew lots with me
in pitch-black nights.
drinking-pals who sat all night with me
in cheap hotels
drinking castle lager
and heineken.

the sea wind outside drew a small score.

I stayed with friends who tried all night
to catch the soft light
falling slowly from above.

Featured Poem:

New Country

Enlarge poem

I

new country
towards you
i breathe slowly
towards your
self-demeaning
humour

new country
i bow down
slowly
towards you

towards you
little is left
lovers have deserted
the street that survives
without a name.

II

men and women with money lower your proud flags
because you were born
you will not rest
because of your stealthy height
you cannot leave us alone as fallen heroes and comrades
to distribute the naive history of your combatants

country that was born at the end of the battle like the evening
but your corpses were never buried
soon the earth will be littered with thrifty soldiers
and the nostalgic sounds of unhappy children

the fresh morning will go with its summer
and the old people will follow in their line
and soon there’ll be no afternoon

soon the belly of the children will conceive theatrical sobs
the autumn, facing the west
receive the immortal wounds of the warriors
the revolution will begin
and the fathers and teachers
follow like funerals in the wake.

III

new country
the struggle continues
revolutions never end

How does this featured poem make you feel?

  • Amazement (0)
  • Pride (0)
  • Optimism (0)
  • Anger (0)
  • Delight (0)
  • Inspiration (1)
  • Reflection (2)
  • Captivation (2)
  • Peace (0)
  • Amusement (0)
  • Sorrow (0)
  • Vigour (0)
  • Hope (0)
  • Sadness (2)
  • Fear (0)
  • Jubilation (0)

My friends who lived with me

Enlarge poem

Dedicated to the memory of mkhu

I’ve been struggling with memory and words for days
I’ve been struggling to eviscerate my apology to the skies
for mothers who loved and cared for me.
for fathers who broke their hearts
to rid this world of pain.

I lost so much as a result.
many friends
who drew lots with me
in pitch-black nights.
drinking-pals who sat all night with me
in cheap hotels
drinking castle lager
and heineken.

the sea wind outside drew a small score.

I stayed with friends who tried all night
to catch the soft light
falling slowly from above.

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