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Troubadours

Updated: Jun 9, 2021

Jacques Coetzee


In the end, you said,

it wasn’t their love of learning

that saved them.


Scholars would have rediscovered

Homer and Ovid, Plato and Aristotle;

written commentaries on them for a thousand years,

yet never produced

the lament of Héloise,

or Francis of Assissi

preaching his heart out to the birds,

or Dante walking the goat-paths

and looking for the stair to heaven.


In the end it was the turn

inwards that transformed them:

the love of someone

hidden deep inside the one they were talking to;

the bewilderment

of having to keep body and soul

together;


the clash of two worlds just beneath the skin,

between one peal of sacred bells,

one song, one forbidden kiss

and the next.


Featured on 4 February 2021


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