Its all I write

I�ve come to take you home by Diana Ferrus, a review

The title poem is written to Sarah Bartmann, the Griqua woman who was taken to Europe and shown around as a “freak” and whose remains (her brain and private parts) were put on display at the Musee de L’homme in Paris after her corpse was dissected. When the French were trying to pass legislation to return the remains of Sarah Bartmann to her home in South Africa, the legislator presenting the bill in their Parliament found Ferrus’ poem online. It inspired him so much that he included it in the actual bill, and in fact it is part of the French law that released her remains to be buried properly in South Africa. The only poem incorporated into a law in France. Ferrus accompanied the remains on their way back home. And there is a fantastic story to tell people who think poems and stories do not matter— they can change the world!

The title poem, I’ve Come to Take You Home, is a victory song as much as a condemnation against the abuse that Bartmann suffered. The last stanza of the title poem resonates with the sadness of Bartmann’s life and her bittersweet return, but also with the salvation of the poet herself and the battered people:

“I have come to take you home

where the ancient mountains shout your name

I have made your bed at the foot of the hill.

Your blankets are covered in buchu and mint,

the proteas stand in yellow and white -

I have come to take you home

where I will sing for you,

for you have brought me peace,

for you have brought us peace.”

Ferrus’ poetry is my favourite kind, where she uses solid words to create powerful accessible images. Many of the poems in this collection are biographical, such as the ones about her parents and her childhood, or touch on important social and political issues. One of the most haunting is The Journey, about a man on the train who, along the way the poet discovers, is unable to read so doesn’t know where his train stop is. The poem has a repetitive refrain of— It was on the train to Bellville, the one from Cape Town at a quarter past three —that adds to the overall sadness of the poem:

“It was on the train to Bellville,

the one from Cape Town

at a quarter past three

where I saw him looking

through the clear shining window

anxiously clutching the bag in his hand.”

Ferrus, a coloured woman born in 1953, lived through all of the brutality and inhumanity of the Apartheid system and many of her poems reflect this.  She includes poems about iconic Apartheid fighters like Ruth First and Nelson Mandela, as well as hopeful ones like That Day which tells the story of Ferrus and her mother going to vote in the first democratic elections in South Africa. 

Once a Girl looks at the effect of life and its struggles and disappointments on the innocence of the child we all once were:

“She was once crying and others

thought her naughty.