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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 19 december 2012

There is a tingle

There is a tingle in you heartbeat,
a smile that brings a sparkle to me
and outside spring is bountiful in white,
while birds frolic branches full
and I do wonder
when a day like this will come again?


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 19 december 2012

Next to the railway line

Next to the railway line
different coloured arum-lilies are blooming
and it’s unusual
that they grow in rows and rows wildly
where they bloom lovely.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 18 december 2012

You walk where the golden-brown grass rustles

You walk where the grass
rustle golden-brown in the wind,
and sometimes you take a shortcut through the cornfield,
sometimes it’s at the marsh where I find you,
where you smile shyly.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 18 december 2012

Early in the morning the sun gleams white and hot

Early in the morning the sun gleams white and hot,
in the veldt full of cosmos you turn around and around
and I pick white and pink flowers.
 
You stand astounded with arms full
while I press some more into your hands
and when they wilt you are extremely happy
 
and your laughter resounds on the wind
while I try to find some more flowers
and like this we walk up to dusk.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 17 december 2012

Sudden light (Novelinee)

(after Dante Gabriel Rossetti)
 
It is very dark in this starry night,
while your shadow creeps through the creaking door,
to me you are not a surprising sight,
both of us have been here sometime before,
that moment I do not anymore know,
now it is happing to us both again,
your eyes are familiar in their kind glow,
your essence smells fresh like falling rain
while next to me, as company you remain.
 
[Reference: “Sudden light” by Dante Gabriel Rossetti.]


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 17 december 2012

Let me love you in all the things I do (Collins Sestets)

Let my feelings be for the sake of love,
let nothing else my heart tenderly move
not even the clear simple understanding
of like mindedness that is undemanding,
let me love you in all the things I do,
with a kind of sincerity that is true.
 
Your loving comes so sublimely free
and more than myself you are to me,
making me yearn to love you even more
to perfection only you to adore,
let me love you in all the things I do,
with a kind of sincerity that is true.
 
Let me every day do all that I can
to be truly you companion, your man
to bring only some joy to your dear heart,
never for a single moment to part,
let me love you in all the things I do,
with a kind of sincerity that is true.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 17 december 2012

If you come with me to be my true love (Collins Sestets)

(after Christopher Marlowe)
 
If we walk through the meadow and the field
a hat does your beauty to the sun shield
where we will sit on the gigantic brown rocks
see small rock-rabbits running in their flocks,
where nature does its abundant beauty prove
if you come with me to be my true love.
 
Bright cosmos flowers will bloom at your feet,
everywhere the smell of jasmine will be sweet,
a mountain stream will be refreshing cold,
while the sun on the cliffs glitter like gold
where nature does its abundant beauty prove
if you come with me to be my true love.
 
I will crown you with a wreath of flowers
while we dance among the spring rain showers
small birds will constantly joyously sing
the delights of every summer morning
where nature does its abundant beauty prove
if you come with me to be my true love.
 
[Reference: “The passionate shepherd to his love” by Christopher Marlowe.]


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 14 december 2012

When dawn suddenly comes red

When dawn suddenly comes red,
you lie next to me as if you are lost.
When the sun sets the afternoon on fire
I know how deeply I do miss you.
When dusk touches the horizon
I see you coming home,
while the evening for moments become silver-white
and then I am astounded by our joy
while we both see the evening star as it flowers blue.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 14 december 2012

Doll of mine

Maybe I will see you later coming down the street,
past bastions of brick and steel
where people lock their house, are disguised knights
and I wish that a kind of peace will come.
Maybe you will smile like you sometimes do,
stop for moments to hear a poem,
and I wish that you will linger a little longer;
doll you have previously bewitched me:
to you I have lost my heart some time ago.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 14 december 2012

Cinderella

On the white sheet you lie stretched out,
your hot breath is caressing my cheek softly,
with the yellow-peach rain you did come
when the thunder hangs grey-white curtains.
The deep smell of your perfume overwhelms me,
lingers in clothes as it sometimes do,
we become part of each other, time passes,
when dreams and reality meet
and on the morning I find your lost shoe.


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