Wopko Jensma Poems

i hear it loud you, one and only umfundisi you old scarecrow let the wind blow hear it come from afar quietly, quietly it’s okay with me – my hut: […]

i plant my corn on the rocks it does not grow i plant my corn on fertile land it does not grow next time I plant i’ll start beyond i’ll […]

my hands are dead turned yellow   i stand alone alone at the end of the road my open hands open at your door   my skull explodes explodes with […]

I when your soft flesh and bone fists finally gone blue beating marble walls why, yes those walls just vanished oh yes, josé afonso, what now? what now, as the […]

I treur rueri eurig urigh righe ighei gheid heido eidop idopn dopno opnot pnote II sewe spoke op wiele het vandag hier insgelyks aangekom aangekom insgelyks hier het sewe spoke […]

beethoven was ‘n skisofoon só maak die sielwetendes my verstaan gauguin was ‘n skisofoon só laat die tugkomitee my dit voel baudelaire was ‘n skisofoon èn, boonop is hy aan […]

i was born 26 july 1939 in ventersdorp i found myself in a situation i was born 26 july 1939 in sophiatown i found myself in a situation i was […]