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They throw in Drummer Hodge, to rest Uncoffined—just as found: His landmark is a kopje-crest That breaks the veldt around: And foreign constellations west Each night above his mound. Young Hodge the drummer never knew— Fresh from his Wessex home— The meaning of the broad Karoo, The Bush, the dusty loam, And why uprose to nightly view Strange stars amid the gloam. Yet portion of that unknown plain Will Hodge for ever be; His homely Northern breast and brain Grow to some Southern tree, And strange-eyed constellations reign His stars eternally.

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Thomas Hardy

Drummer Hodge

They throw in Drummer Hodge, to rest Uncoffined—just as found: His landmark is a kopje-crest That breaks the veldt around: And foreign constellations west Each night above his mound. Young Hodge the drummer never knew— Fresh from his Wessex home— The meaning of the broad Karoo, The Bush, the dusty loam, And why uprose to nightly view Strange stars amid the gloam. Yet portion of that unknown plain Will Hodge for ever be; His homely Northern breast and brain Grow to some Southern tree, And strange-eyed constellations reign His stars eternally.

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(rough translation) debt debt debtor tonight it howls in tumbleweed tongues beaten about and windblown over a barren, over-there road a dust-tongue stretches licking skeletons all the way to feet of the silver hills that lie in the moon of the Little Karoo debt debt debt in vein Mother is a stranger just standing there and sipping tea in another woman’s blue kitchen debt debt debt in her all staring at the cracks reflecting on the windowpane the fragile earth’s dismembered but the rain will come my child the rain will come prophesy the rust-red clouds all bellowing in the wind Mother will stand unequivocal as untamed buffalo grass -- rooted and valid

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Jul 13, 2016

Jul 13, 2016 at 12:59 AM UTC

christine-ueri

DROUGHT IN MY MOTHER TONGUE

(rough translation) debt debt debtor tonight it howls in tumbleweed tongues beaten about and windblown over a barren, over-there road a dust-tongue stretches licking skeletons all the way to feet of the silver hills that lie in the moon of the Little Karoo debt debt debt in vein Mother is a stranger just standing there and sipping tea in another woman’s blue kitchen debt debt debt in her all staring at the cracks reflecting on the windowpane the fragile earth’s dismembered but the rain will come my child the rain will come prophesy the rust-red clouds all bellowing in the wind Mother will stand unequivocal as untamed buffalo grass -- rooted and valid

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Jab bhi khush hota hu ye sochkar k kuch aur paas aye ** tum mere, Kismat har baar tumhe aur door le jati hai.... Har baat yaad karne lag jaata hu jab bhi mai, Teri majboriya mujhe kuch aur yad karne ko majboor karti hai..... Tere pyar me tujhe sochkar hi tere aks ko choone ki jab jab koshish karta hu, Har bar kismat mujhe khud k koi aur hone ka ehsas karati hai..... Har jarre me jab teri tasveer najar aati hai, Tab bhi na jaane ku aankhon se ojhal hone lagti ** Bhoolkar bhi agar koshish karoo k ye ehsaas hi bahut hai k tum meri ** Naa jaane ku tu un ehsaason me bhi kuch aisa kar jati hai, k yaad rakhta hu tumko aur tu kuch aur door chali jaati hai....... ** gya hu adat se majbur fir bhi tumhe pyaar karta hu, aur ye dillagi hai k har baar tumhe aur pyar krne ko majboor kar jati hai......

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May 10, 2019

May 10, 2019 at 6:48 AM UTC

ankitdubey

Kismat

Jab bhi khush hota hu ye sochkar k kuch aur paas aye ** tum mere, Kismat har baar tumhe aur door le jati hai.... Har baat yaad karne lag jaata hu jab bhi mai, Teri majboriya mujhe kuch aur yad karne ko majboor karti hai..... Tere pyar me tujhe sochkar hi tere aks ko choone ki jab jab koshish karta hu, Har bar kismat mujhe khud k koi aur hone ka ehsas karati hai..... Har jarre me jab teri tasveer najar aati hai, Tab bhi na jaane ku aankhon se ojhal hone lagti ** Bhoolkar bhi agar koshish karoo k ye ehsaas hi bahut hai k tum meri ** Naa jaane ku tu un ehsaason me bhi kuch aisa kar jati hai, k yaad rakhta hu tumko aur tu kuch aur door chali jaati hai....... ** gya hu adat se majbur fir bhi tumhe pyaar karta hu, aur ye dillagi hai k har baar tumhe aur pyar krne ko majboor kar jati hai......

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skuld skuld skuldenaar dit suis vanaand in tolbos tale rond-en-wind-ge-foeter oor ‘n dor doer pad ‘n uitgestrekte stoftong lek geraamtes tot aan die silwer koppies in die Klein Karoo se maan skuld skuld skuld–in–aar is Ma ‘n vreemdeling wat staan en tee drink in ‘n ander vrou se blou kombuis skuld skuld skuld–in–haar al starend na die krake weerspieël die vensterglas ‘n aarde broos verbrokkel maar die reën sal kom my kind die reën sal kom profeteer die roes–rooi wolke al loeiend in die wind sal Ma staan onmiskenbaar soos ongetemde buffelsgras gewortel en gegrond

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Jul 12, 2016

Jul 12, 2016 at 6:22 AM UTC

christine-ueri

DROOGTE IN MY MOEDERTAAL

skuld skuld skuldenaar dit suis vanaand in tolbos tale rond-en-wind-ge-foeter oor ‘n dor doer pad ‘n uitgestrekte stoftong lek geraamtes tot aan die silwer koppies in die Klein Karoo se maan skuld skuld skuld–in–aar is Ma ‘n vreemdeling wat staan en tee drink in ‘n ander vrou se blou kombuis skuld skuld skuld–in–haar al starend na die krake weerspieël die vensterglas ‘n aarde broos verbrokkel maar die reën sal kom my kind die reën sal kom profeteer die roes–rooi wolke al loeiend in die wind sal Ma staan onmiskenbaar soos ongetemde buffelsgras gewortel en gegrond

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There was a lady who lived in the Karoo She dreamt she was in Peru She woke up that night By a Light And realised she had the FLU

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May 11, 2015

May 11, 2015 at 12:34 PM UTC

LEROUXJR16

**LIMERICK**

There was a lady who lived in the Karoo She dreamt she was in Peru She woke up that night By a Light And realised she had the FLU

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Peter, from the dry Karoo Never cries, because he's poor Always does what he is told Never questions, he's not that bold Drags his feet so he can walk Moves his lips so so he can talk Though he's known to never utter Even wishes he could stutter Peter, from the dry Karoo Skin so dry, eyes so poor Wishes he could smell a flower So his life could be something other, than dour Food is soft, so he can chew His gums are sore, his teeth are few His liver, drier than a mummy Hmm.. Never knew his own mummy Peter, from the dry Karoo Sees farmers cry, for rains to pour The pipes are dry, their hands are sore No one knows what else is in store The people don't have much to eat Their families might live on the street They're threatened death They're land be lost Their children shot, killed at no cost Taking land without compensation It's the talk of the town, in every conversation

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Mar 19, 2019

Mar 19, 2019 at 8:42 AM UTC

tao-1

Dry Spell

Peter, from the dry Karoo Never cries, because he's poor Always does what he is told Never questions, he's not that bold Drags his feet so he can walk Moves his lips so so he can talk Though he's known to never utter Even wishes he could stutter Peter, from the dry Karoo Skin so dry, eyes so poor Wishes he could smell a flower So his life could be something other, than dour Food is soft, so he can chew His gums are sore, his teeth are few His liver, drier than a mummy Hmm.. Never knew his own mummy Peter, from the dry Karoo Sees farmers cry, for rains to pour The pipes are dry, their hands are sore No one knows what else is in store The people don't have much to eat Their families might live on the street They're threatened death They're land be lost Their children shot, killed at no cost Taking land without compensation It's the talk of the town, in every conversation

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