Don't make this language
get lost so carelessly.
On the day we met
we saw it fit
to speak it well.
Don't make this language
get lost so carelessly.
Do you still recall
the loud laughs
we burst in the afternoons?
The guitar on the doorstep.
Then, an anansi story
beside the stairs
facing blossoms abundant
in the krerekrere shrub.
Don't make this language
get lost so carelessly.
When the kotomisi
dressed in their koto-garbs
passed by...
red, and ... dark brown too.
The heed scarfs.
the copper bucket.
a pomelo branch in their
mouth.
One happy sway:
an odo-saying emerges...
Ouch!...
Don't make this language
get lost so carelessly.
Michaël Arnoldus Slory [also used the pseudonym Asjantenoe Sangodare] (1935 - 2018) Suriname
Translator not stated
Source: Erasmus University, Surinamese poetry collection Rotterdamsch Leeskabinet, Powema Tori
get lost so carelessly.
On the day we met
we saw it fit
to speak it well.
Don't make this language
get lost so carelessly.
Do you still recall
the loud laughs
we burst in the afternoons?
The guitar on the doorstep.
Then, an anansi story
beside the stairs
facing blossoms abundant
in the krerekrere shrub.
Don't make this language
get lost so carelessly.
When the kotomisi
dressed in their koto-garbs
passed by...
red, and ... dark brown too.
The heed scarfs.
the copper bucket.
a pomelo branch in their
mouth.
One happy sway:
an odo-saying emerges...
Ouch!...
Don't make this language
get lost so carelessly.
Michaël Arnoldus Slory [also used the pseudonym Asjantenoe Sangodare] (1935 - 2018) Suriname
Translator not stated
Source: Erasmus University, Surinamese poetry collection Rotterdamsch Leeskabinet, Powema Tori
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