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	Gert Strydom
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Gert Strydom, 20 listopada 2012

Let not your ire on my complexion fall (cavatina sequence)

(after Thomas Campion)

There are men with some charm, a inner hunger;
a kind of grace
is caught in the very way that they woo,
on every face
they do passion intimately feign,
but in disgrace
there is no kind of true love in their hearts,
their way is strewn with only broken parts.

Let not your ire on my complexion fall,
even mock me;
as I still cherish that which was great and good,
while you are free
from what we both had in sincerity
held as holy;
now that you call someone else as your own,
to me have cruel and most uncaring grown.

[Reference: “Blame Not My Cheeks” by Thomas Campion.]

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Gert Strydom, 20 listopada 2012

Lost love (English sonnet)

(after Robert Ranke Graves)

Sheer grief did drive him almost off his mind
and suddenly some strange things he can see
and odd things that no other man can find
becomes clear, but this is not sympathy

and he can see tiny flowers growing,
their buds opening petal by small petal
every bird’s wing in motion fluttering
rocks glimmering with their inner metal

and amplified sound comes to his ear,
the wind rushing along in the distance
the chirping of some small finches in fear
and though almost godlike the hindrance

between him and his beloved dear wife
he cannot pass, enter that place alive.

[Reference: Lost love by Robert Ranke Graves.]

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Gert Strydom, 20 listopada 2012

Meeting

For a moment your hand rests cool in mine,
when you wish me a happy new year,
when our eyes meet deep, when you introduce yourself
and I know that you are extremely lovely,
for moments this contact lingers with me
while the pace of my heart quickens,
the contact becomes something intimate and intense,
a place away from a world of pain.

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Gert Strydom, 19 listopada 2012

When you came nearer

When you came nearer some birds flew up
while the sun glittered on you dark hair
and at that moment I did not say a word
while small devils danced in your eyes
and the whole world around us was vague
while something deep was hidden in your dark eyes
and your presence brought great joy to me.

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Gert Strydom, 19 listopada 2012

A kind of meeting

In my depths your dark eyes are searching
and you soft perfume goes to my head,
the moment lingers while some women chat,
your hand is in mine somewhat loving
and my other hand holds a crumpled handkerchief,
you smile suddenly somewhat caring
and we are like two characters in a movie scene.

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Gert Strydom, 16 listopada 2012

Loving kindness lingers deep in your soul (Stave stanza sestets)

(after John Donne)

I am glad that I have met you on my way,
as you bring something lovely to any day,
loving kindness lingers deep in your soul
makes everywhere a place it does control,
discoverers have gone to worlds unknown
but with you, we have a world of our own.

Both our lives are different hemispheres
that completes a whole without any fears,
the way to truth in your lovely eyes rest
where the course set, is always true and best
others me to different ways have shown
but with you, we have a world of our own.

[Reference: “The Good-morrow” by John Donne.]

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Gert Strydom, 16 listopada 2012

You are very hard to try and forget (Stave stanza sestets)

I do not like the loveliest poetry,
or any kind of music better than you
and although these things are awesome to me
they do not have the ability to be true
but from the very time that we had met,
you are very hard to try and forget.

There is something in the way you do smile
that draws me, does all my feelings beguile;
it may sound somewhat absurd or dissolute
but I find you beautiful and very cute,
more intoxicating than wine or a cigarette,
you are very hard to try and forget.

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Gert Strydom, 16 listopada 2012

There’s an understanding between me and you (Stave stanza sestets)

There’s an understanding between me and you,
we are twin souls in what we think and do
severally Cupid’s arrows did us strike,
we are different and very much alike
our views, beliefs and minds are quite the same
I call it love, you belief or another name.

I am bewitched by your sultry voice
people call you my only object-choice,
while you do bring life to every day
your loving go further than you do say,
at times to you it is a kind of game;
I call it love, you belief or another name.

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Gert Strydom, 15 listopada 2012

Salome dancing

To remove the head from holy John
when she was near to that great saint
Salome did decide beneath a silver moon,
before that godless girl danced on.
When Salome danced before drunken Herod
that king was swept away as if enchanted
and he wanted to fall over his own feet,
while she looked really stunning,
the gleaming glance of her eye caught his
and her gruesome mother took her chance
and this is how things still go today
when a girl is prettier than the rest,
and some men realise this
and let no one admonish them.

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Gert Strydom, 15 listopada 2012

Tabitha

As if just asleep I was waken
with the light shining brightly in my eyes,
when darkness did disappear suddenly
and I came alive again.
There is nothing strange to tell anyone,
as I bear no knowledge of exactly how death is
and everyone keeps asking inquisitive
but I cannot disguise my own ignorance.
Here I heard children laughing joyfully
and became aware of the sun shining bright,
to me the light of God was always present,
as a kind of presence in the dark night.
As if just asleep I was waken
and I came alive again.