Ingrid Jonker
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| Ingrid Jonker | |
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| Ingrid Jonker in 1956 | |
| Born | 19 September 1933
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| Died | 19 July 1965 (aged 31)
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| Education | Wynberg Girls' High School |
| Occupation | Writer |
| Known for | Poetry |
| Spouse | Pieter Venter |
| Children | 1 |
Ingrid Jonker (19 September 1933 – 19 July 1965) OIS was a South African poet and one of the founders of modern Afrikaans literature. Her poems have been widely translated into other languages.
Born into an Afrikaner family with four hundred year old roots in South Africa, Ingrid Jonker grew up in a broken home. After the death of her mother, she and her sister Anna moved in with their estranged father, where they faced secret and escalating emotional abuse from their step mother before both moving out.
Quotes
edit- "I wasn't five years old yet and she drowned in the Vaal River at the age of eight, on the same day that King Edward VII died, because I still remember well how all the flags were hanging half-mast when we went to fetch the little coffin in town the following day with the hooded cart – the day my late father came to wake us at four o'clock to see Halley's Comet that was clearly visible in the sky. We all felt so awful, because my late sister's little body was still lying in the house."
- Petrovna Metelerkamp (2012), Ingrid Jonker: A Poet's Life, page 201. Retrieved 8 April 2025.
- "Those days the Strand was little more than a fishing village. Now I had to go to church and to Sunday school. It didn't take me long to learn the nicest hymns by heart. For me these songs contained the structure, rhythm, and mystery of poetry. Inspired by this and by my grandmother's loving care, I started writing verses. My first 'poetry' appeared in the school magazine."
- "I was six then. Ouma recited them to the Coloured community that lived on the outskirts of the Strand, where she used to go and teach them Bible lessons after Sunday school. I still remember how hard it was for me to walk down that long dirt road, holding Ouma's hand, her jokes along the way and the glimmer in her deep green eyes when she looked down at me. She could not have been more than five feet tall herself. "
- "I would stand to one side of her pulpit in front of the Coloured community, and Ouma and I and the entire congregation would end up in tears as hymn after heart-stirring hymn was sung."
- Petrovna Metelerkamp (2012), Ingrid Jonker: A Poet's Life, page 26. Retrieved 8 April 2025.
