I Dreamed of Africa

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by Kuki Gallmann


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  First published by Viking 1991

  Published in Penguin Books 1992

  This edition, with new Postscript, published 1997

  Copyright © Kuki Gallmann, 1991, 2007

  All rights reserved

  The moral right of the author has been asserted

  Except in the United States of America, this book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, re-sold hired out, or otherwise circulated without the publisher’s prior consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published and without a similar condition including this condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser

  ISBN: 978-0-14-196640-3

  *‘… the hour had come for remembrance

  which saddens the heart of wandering sailors …

  * ‘There goes my ship with black sails

  with black sails over the wild seas.

  My heart is wounded with a wound of pain

  and you love to make it bleed.’ (G. Carducci, Passa la nave mia)

  †… The flight of a grey kingfisher

  continues the sweet song

  and over the white sails

  the sun gathers clouds …’ (G. Carducci, Jaufré Rudel)

  * ‘Across the sky the clouds move,

  Across the fields, the wind,

  … Across the mountain, far away

  My home must be.’

  * ‘Who rides so late through the night and storm? It is the father with his child.’

  * ‘I remember the old days, and I weep.’

  *’Better to die while your head is still fair, and when you were cold, they laid it on the pillow, your mother combed the curly locks in waves gently, oh so gently, not to hurt you more.’

  * ‘… and other things will speak with your voice: the lost horses of Autumn.’

  *He was fair and handsome, with a gentle countenance …’

  * ‘But time flies meanwhile, flies never to return.’

  * Laurens van der Post, A Walk with a White Bushman.

 

 

 


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