- Last seen on Jul 15 6:27 AM 2006. Member since February 14, 2006.
- I am a woman (South Africa)
- When I'm not writing, I'm sociotherapist /publisher.
- Visit my homepage at www.allpoetry.com/poets/myrataal
- I have 65,535 comments, 2,285 poems, 2 stories
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- Column: KREATIV SA NUWE PUBLIKASIE, November 2009: Digterstroom deur Christiaan-Louis Swanepoel at allpoetry
Poetry by a new KREATIV SA Poet.Gedigte deur 'n nuwe KREATIV SA Digter - Column: Nuwe Publikasie.New Publication, KREATIV SA: Tjongollollos, Maxi Viljoen at allpoetry
Maxi McDonald, gebore op
24 April 1925 te Middelburg, Transvaal, trou na haar opleiding as
verpleegkundige met Fritz Viljoen.
In 1950 tree die egpaar toe tot die boerdery-bedryf in Suid-Rhodesië
en keer gedurende 1984 na Suid- - Column: New Publication. Nuwe Publikasie, KREATIV SA: Gees Onbegrens at allpoetry
Roux Meyer en sy eggenote, Henna, het direk na sy universiteitsopleiding en pas na hul huwelik in 1966 betrokke geraak by jeugwerk op sy tuisdorp en in die Wes-Kaap. Terwyl hul agt-en-dertig jaar lank geboer het in die Laingsburg-distrik was hulle, vanw
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on Now Sleeps the Crimson Petal by Alfred Lord Tennyson, on July 15, 2006It is softly sensual and lovely in imagery -- what a gentle seductive invitation! Especially the last two exit lines, 13 and 14.
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on Down By The Salley Gardens by William Butler Yeats, on July 12, 2006
Divine
A poem filled with remorse, but beautiful simplicity wrote complex emotions. I especially loved the lyrical elements in here, making it a sad breeze touching the (weeping) willows.
Also: the lovely reference to, firstly, "snow-white feet" and secondly, "snow-white hand" breathes of purity and of tenderness; of walking in grace and of gentle touch. Yet, as snow, the connection was cold and could not convey its intended warmth. Thus, the poet mourned the loss ...
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on Song Of Despair by Pablo Neruda, on July 24, 2005Such utter sadness and sorrow in this piece -- the agony of lost love ...
My heart churned on reading this.
Myra


What wondrous beauty ...
lies in the poetry of old! I am ashamed to be a contemporary poet. We lack such depth!