On Friday, September 11, 1998 at 8:00:00 AM UTC+1, igs.net wrote:
The Dance of the Rain
Song of the fiddler, Jan Konterdans,
from the Kalahari
by EUGENE MARAIS
Oh the dance of our Sister!
First she peeps slily over the mountain top,
and her eyes are shy;
and she laughs softly.
And from far off she beckons with one hand;
her armbands flash and her beads glitter;
softly she calls.
She tells the winds of the dance,
she invites them, for the clearing is wide and it will be
a great wedding.
The big antelope race up from the plains
they bunch on the hilltop,
straining wide their nostrils
and they swallow the wind;
and they bend to see her faint footmarks in the sand.
The little people deep under the ground hear the rustle of
her feet
and they creep nearer and sing softly:
‘Our Sister! Our Sister! You have come! You have
come!’
And her beads shake
and her copper anklets glint in the sloping of the sun.
On her forehead the fire-plume of the mountain eagle;
she steps down from the heights;
she spreads out the grey kaross with both her arms;
the breath of the wind is lost.
Oh, the dance of our sister!
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