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Petra Müller

Petra Müller
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Poet and author of children's literature

Poem: vir eraine, wat sing terwyl sy skilder

Petra Müller was born on 27 Julie 1935, at Botrivier. She attended school in Swellendam, where she matriculated at the age of 16 and went afterwards to study at Stellenbosch University. After obtaining a BA degree she worked for nearly three years as a reporter at Die Burger, until she married the journalist Wilhelm Grütter.
Under the pseudonym Magriet Smalberger she wrote light literature, while at home and raising three sons.
Petra worked as story editor for Sarie for ten years and - from 1980 to 1989 - as editor at Tafelberg Publishers. From 1989, she started writing in earnest, still working freelance for several publishing companies.

Petra Müller and her husband have been living for more than 40 years in their house Vlagmanshoogte, at the slope of Tafelberg.

Awards:
Eugène Marais Prize 1980 for Patria
Hertzog Prize for Poetry 2005

Books:

Children's books:
Die kind van konings
Klein Wiek se groot pampoen
'n Reënboog vir Hannatjie
Poetry:
all published by Tafelberg:

Obool
Patria
Liedere van Land en See
My plek se naam is Waterval
Swerfgesange vir Susan, 1997
Die Aandag van jou oë (review at: www.skoppensboer.co.za)
Night crossing, Tafelberg 2006
Desembers (Short Stories), Tafelberg, 2007
Nuwe Stemme 2 (compiler with Nelleke de Jager), Tafelberg, 2001
Gedigte rondom die gedagte van geel, Tafelberg, 2012

Short Stories:
Werf in die rûens
Voëls van die hemel
Die dwerg van die Infanta
In die omtes van die hart

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vir eraine, wat sing terwyl sy skilder

noudat dit winter word, verdonker jou palet:
jou berg groei bonkig uit én swarter bron
en moet sy blou veeg van die bo-lug leen,
en die ploegland, purper soos én wond
waar storms dit getref het, kan skaars
die lading lig dra
van die junieson
jy beweer: die sonskyn van die somer kan nooit so
genadig wees soos wintersonskyn nie; verf set
nou so stadig, daar is altyd tyd genoeg
om én te diep bewoë skakering van donker nog
te bewerk vir die ervaring van die lig: geel
op dooigras van die werf,
selfs, waagsaam,
oor water
én flonker
maar dït wat jy eintlik wou skilder: die musiek
van die wilde onsigbare strome (suiwer mozart
in én yl seisoen) dit moet vermoed word,
dit laat jy aan die ryker toeval oor,
dit moet stroom van kwas tot kyker
soos die klanke van jou eie noemnaam, onverwagse
kleine dagmusiek, wat van een taal in die ander
moduleer van vrede tot by reën


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