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<article LIT_408=""><bibl><publisher><pub_name>AOSIS OpenJournals</pub_name><pub_url>www.openjournals.net</pub_url><pub_mail>info@openjournals.net</pub_mail><journal_website>http://www.literator.org.za</journal_website></publisher><issn><issn_print>0258-2279</issn_print><issn_web>2219-8237</issn_web></issn><title><article_title>Gedigte</article_title></title><aug><au><author_name>Wyn Roux1</author_name><author_affiliation>1Department of Afrikaans &amp; Theory of Literature, University of South Africa, South Africa</author_affiliation></au></aug><correspondence><author_name>Wyn Roux</author_name><corresponding_email>rouxap@unisa.ac.za</corresponding_email><corresponding_postal_address>Private Bag X05, Noordbrug 2522, South Africa </corresponding_postal_address></correspondence></bibl><xref><article_id>408</article_id><volume>33</volume><issue>2</issue><doi>10.4102/lit.v33i2.408 </doi></xref><history><dates><recieved_date>15 Sept. 2011</recieved_date><accepted_date>06 Jan. 2012</accepted_date><published_date>07 Dec. 2012</published_date></dates><citation><text> Roux, W., 2012, ‘gedigte’, Literator 33(2), Art. #408, 1 page. http://dx.doi.org/10.4102/lit.v33i2.408 </text></citation></history><copyright><year>© 2012.</year><statement>The Authors. Licensee: AOSIS OpenJournals. This work is licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution License. </statement></copyright><body><paragraph>Beeltenis  by ’n skilderdoek geprewel – ‘die vensters moet op knip en als wat mooi is verwerk tot die geluk’</paragraph><paragraph>Voëlsang  mens herken aan die mond die iets wat oë nie kan, voor dagbreek die droom van voëlsang</paragraph><paragraph>Herberg   De Oude Warande, Tilburg 2010  ek woon in ’n herberg in sneeu  met gedagtes en sonder koerante.  ek slaap rustig en droom volledig  sonder begin of einde.  niks pla nie, want ek woon  in ’n herberg in sneeu  met gedagtes en sonder koerante  en droom volledig</paragraph><paragraph>Hoëveldse winter  Op reis van Potchefstroom na Pretoria, Junie 2012  Die Hoëveldse winter is mooi. Kyk hoe verbrand is alles.  Langs snelweë staan reuse die een na die ander.  Kragpale. Mynskagte.  Die lug is geweldig. Ons ry en ons ry.  En skielik sak die son. ’n Kameraskoot.  Wat verby is, is verby.</paragraph></body><bm><referencing></referencing></bm></article>
