My omhelsing het my verdubbel
my borste roep na mekaar
die twee kopspelende maats
en my hande omsluit my geheime
in 'n kamer ver weg
agter die gestorte herfs
kyk jou oë verbaad
na die spieël van jou lyf
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by Robert Frost'When I was just as far as I could walk From here today, There was an hour All still When leaning with my head again a flower I heard you talk.