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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=398943" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>No place for a courting-candle</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A girl’s voice laughing softly<br>cuts through the night<br>and enters by the room’s window<br>and wide awake<br>I (six year old child) sneak out<br>to find the source of the excitement.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Gardiël studies with Martin<br>that boards with us<br>and both are matriculating<br>because he complains <br>that his eyes burn<br>from the old paraffin lamp<br>that gives light <br>at their farm house<br>where there’s no electricity.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A bright electric lamp <br>burns in the room<br>hanging ten centimetres <br>beneath the ceiling<br>and big moths<br>fly dark brown around it<br>caught in flight paths.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Another table lamp<br>throws a bright yellow glow<br>that brings heat in the chilly<br>highveld winter.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I see them through the window<br>drinking coffee and eating rusks, <br>before both of them<br>again turn pages in books</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and crawl into the shelter of a bush<br>to stay hidden from them<br>and suddenly somebody moves<br>next to me<br>and I see her bend<br>to pickup small stones<br>that she throws lightly <br>against the room’s window.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The window opens wide<br>and I hear them talking softly<br>without hearing what they say<br>and the girl again laughs <br>before she walks to the front door<br>that opens noiselessly.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">	l’Envoi<br>It must have been only ten minutes<br>before uncle Hendrik (Gardiël’s dad) <br>comes running along, <br>open the garden gate with might<br>almost run the front door<br>out of its sockets<br>and with a walking stick in his hand<br>(that is stronger than a broom) <br>smashes out the light in the roof, <br>the table lamp<br>and the window<br>in Martin’s room</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and I hear lashes<br>with thudding sounds<br>fall on both boys<br>and the girl<br>screaming hysterically<br>while she <br>also get lashed<br>and he shouts in anger<br>that this is no place<br>for a courting-candle.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">[Reference: The word uncle used here out of respect and local custom and not to point out family relationship.]</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Gert+Strydom">Gert Strydom</a><div class=q>
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cuts through the night
and enters by the room’s window
and wide awake
I (six year old child) sneak out
to find the source of the excitement.

Gardiël studies with Martin
that boards with us
and both are matricul..."></div>
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