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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 2 marca 2012

About a fruitful summer (cavatina sequence)

The oak size avocado tree had fruit
during the spring
and into summer, like small pineapples,
with some dropping
to the earth, bursting like hand grenades,
I was picking
from a ladder set on the cobble stones,
dropping down to mother the greater ones.

The two dogs had their fill from those broken,
the roof was struck
while some were falling down like rocks at night,
by some great luck
they just missed the neighbour’s nearby car,
more I did pluck
for the neighbours, friends and the family
and they all tasted butter-sweet to me.

At the plum tree the birds were twittering,
the long ladder
swayed under me on the moist soft ground,
I did gather
buckets and boxes full, was startled
by a adder
that was green and hissed in the large tree
and I dropped down to the ground to be free.

The vineyard was full of Catawba grapes,
with their sweet scent,
their essence, filling the summer air,
evanescent
was the summer, but mother was happy,
she did present
to the ladies at church some baskets full,
while I met a girl that is beautiful.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 2 marca 2012

Ghosts of all the past mornings (Elfin Stanza Sonnet)

This day brings very sweet tranquillity
ghosts of other days, of some past morning
are present during this bright day in spring,
outside there is a kind of dignity

insects are buzzing up and down, are free
some are fluttering on a fragile wing,
you are dressed exceedingly lovely
while thousands of small birds do outside sing,

but this sunshine envelops everything
there is happiness in all that I see,

I have lived in times of real fighting
and have survived while you did love me,
our lives at times have been quite exciting
and every single day I see your beauty.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 2 marca 2012

The sun over the sea died (Romblomanon sonnet)

Slowly the sun on the sea died away,
with sunset glowing over Table Bay,
in the distance at the end of day
did the Robben Island lie somewhat grey.

Waves rolled in breaking on the beach
while the island was away, out of reach,

in the evening stars were in the black sky,
while the full moon hang yellow and high
with glittering water catching the eye,
quickly did the romantic evening fly

and your soft tender hand were warm in mine
while our blooming love felt somewhat divine
and the day did very slowly decline
with lights on the sea drawing a straight line.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 1 marca 2012

When I was a boy and the world was young (Pushkin sonnet)

When I was a boy and the world was young
in my boyhood with immature fancies
still long before you did come along
there were no girlfriends or enemies,

the government send me off to war
to fight enemies I did not deplore
and when you were there with another;
to fight for him, for you and even her,

although everything I was giving
there was some men that I could not save,
without a question I had to be brave
but did my best at my task to stay living

and there they died for someone else’s tranquillity,
while the horrors of war is still with and in me.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 1 marca 2012

When I was boy and life was young (ghazal)

There was a strange kind of living time
a kind of experiencing joy time

when I was boy and the world was still young,
when you for me you had lost your meeting time

all of joy, our sweet love was away flung,
as to our love it was the end of time

but never in shame was my head low hung,
and for friendship I could always find time

but of your friends I did not count among,
with years we did not notice passing time

while you did not know where you do belong
we were ready for the effect of time

but still life was like a great kind of song
and now for us, for life there is no time.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 1 marca 2012

In my youth nature was very intense (cavatina)

In my youth nature was very intense,
I could then find
the smallest insect, the tiniest bird;
in my own mind,
all things were great and quite beautiful
but left behind
that world has long gone into some decay;
if in another life, another day.

Now summer is just extremely hot
some weavers a pest,
the grass far too long after the last rain,
a fallen nest
now unnoticed is trodden upon
and at its best
the year bring some new opportunities
in some assets and liabilities.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 29 lutego 2012

On this dappled dawn (Novelinee)

On this dappled silver shadowed dawn
you were in all my thoughts, were in my mind
and there was sheer loveliness in this morn,
without you to the beauty I was blind.
On different things my time I did spend
but in nothing could find any delight
and much too slowly along the day went
until the sheer black darkness of the night;
still I was lonely, you were out of sight.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 29 lutego 2012

Like a violet (Novelinee)

Like a violet her eyes did lovely shine
she was fragile, forward and somewhat sweet,
I did not know if she was really mine
and there was something great when we did meet.
As if we were living for the minute,
as if all, everything that was before
was lost and she was extremely cute
and at time her I did really adore,
but with time she was gone, was no more.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 29 lutego 2012

Occupation

To be part of you, to become one
of a silky kind of shuddering,
when emotions and words fail,
in the pure unity that brings everything together
is more than passion without pretension,
when your eyes arrow sharp go much deeper,
when we are swept away on an unknown way,
coming to a new kind of meaning,
then it is of both a kind of occupation.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 28 lutego 2012

The bulbul

The bulbul creates its own small rainbows
where happily it splashes in the pond
washing out good its own feathered suit,
while looking great eyed at the small pool
before it goes deeper into the water,
it rolls letting water-drops splash,
pressing down, its feathers, is dripping wet,
when happily it walks up and down, slapping wings
and then sedately starts to drink,
calling dozens of birds nearer;
twittering arrogantly, scuttling past the porch
and its raiment of feathers is shining from the water.
The bulbul creates its own small rainbows,
while looking great eyed at the small pond.

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Pozostałe wiersze: For now and for always, The temptation of being near to her, Your walking away is measured in watt, In the garden (ABECEDARIUM), Just for a moment it is there, There are people, Unknowing we may be living in a war zone, Holiday, I yearn for the secrets of nature (sonnet), At 52 the nuts of my country are stripped, A strange dream (triolet), The beach, the morning, Where star systems do disappear in the nought (sonnet), Come to my flower garden, Warriors of the civil service, This morning the sky glitters blue, You must not show any fear, My dear loving God, Sad tidings, Morning, Mirror image, The sun hangs orange red, Divorce V, Divorce IV (Espinela), Divorce III, Divorce II (cavatina), Divorce, Respite, At times we are only set on passing (American sonnet), The peach tree, The gardener, The old guitar (cavatina), Dear Lord God, Still life, Two sides to everything (cavatina), I have missed my country, The sardine run, He lies stretched out in the sun, Africa, There’s no other country, When death’s fingers do me touch, I wonder where is an untouched place that firmly does stand, You never came, I am afraid, The silent countdown, Without matter, Dare you character?, Once I wrote a kind of happy song (Orléans rondel prime), There is no other saviour, Alone we come into the world (for my mom on mother’s day), With hunger in your eyes, Please do forgive, Hoba West Meteor, When I do consider how my time is spent, I see him doing carpentry, When the two of us met, John Phillip, On Pretoria (Italian sonnet), Return, Cecil John Rhodes (Italian sonnet) (in answer to Rudyard Kipling), Afterwards, I walk in the veldt near to Majuba hillock, Vain are the words and deeds that are mine (Rubiyat sonnet), When I do find no place of peace (sonnet), Why I remember the Anglo-Boer war (John Dee sonnet), Lord, only in Your footsteps (Persian / Rubiyat quatrain), On a night, Far too quickly time rushes on (Persian /Rubiyat quatrain), Like any other person, She lives beautiful (sonnet), Where this world is but a grain of sand, On the day of my birth, The crucifixion of the Son of God, Today my heart is full of joy, A prayer (Sonnet), On my birthday, My heart has gone quite in me (Persian / Rubiyat quatrain), Come to me, Soldier: yesterday, At this place I have been before (sonnet), There had been a kind of loneliness, When the early the morning does begin (cavatina), Constantly I am astonished, When I hold you tight, Life is a gift, Bus trip at night, I have not seen the spark of life, Kamikaze, Lucifer at sunrise, The things in a town, When from me she is out of sight, How chilly like winter, Some times, I love you, Long Beach, As my eyes gaze into the dark night, I see her dancing gaily, Right against the morass, African September, A room in the past, The secret room, It had been a hell of spring with the sun hanging scorching, The marsh, For my darling, with New Year, The old year, Today people are not interested, South Africa is also my country, In this distant country, What fanciful lives we lead, As if they are beacons, You are my darling (sonnet), On Christmas, Last night I dreamt of you, Where are we now?, I had dreamt of you, At night the mind plays its tricks, Inside you and I dance, One Military Hospital, Something about a bird in a tree, While the year hangs skeleton, I gave my love to you, No other painting, Field of maize, The red arum lilies, Would my words, When the front door, At dusk, Child, Cry, Maybe 4, Maybe 3, Maybe 2, To be us, Photocopy machine, I do love Africa, While everything is turning brown outside, The crumbling man, My small Jack Russell dog, With self contempt I stand in the veldt, The fallen Cuban soldier, There is a time when night sneaks in, After the farm invasions in Zimbabwe, The small redbreast sings and dances, I love you, Walls, A child is a strange thing, Baby lies so fast asleep, It is a pitch-dark night, Hecuba, A pastor,

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