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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 15 lipca 2013

At the marsh

(after N.P. van Wyk Louw)

African coots and wild geese drift past
the bulrushes and bushes of reeds
and deeper in the marsh
there is something that comes alive.

As a small child I am at the tributary
and see something strange coming out of the water
and suddenly a monitor appears
that astounds me with its swishing tail

before it gets on its hind legs and touches the air with its tongue
and to me it looks like a crocodile
while another swims around in the stream
and in fright I want to yell and yell.

[Reference: “Seeikoeivle” by N.P. van Wyk Louw.]

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 15 lipca 2013

In the winter morning mist

In the winter morning’s mist
fat and tame as a chicken
next to the overgrown tree
out came the plover chick
and for a moment I looked at it
and the tiny speckled bird looked at me.

A car passed by with its lights
burning like rays of the sun
against the fog’s canopy
and on the sidewalk
the little bird came still nearer

and drops of dew glistened
on its feathered coat
and in the wide world
limited to each other’s company
was the little plover and I.

There was something to that moment
as perhaps Adam had wandered in the wild
as the bird was at ease
and around us was a kind of tranquillity.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 15 lipca 2013

When butterflies

When butterflies gambol blue-purple during Easter
everywhere in the vineyards
and bees do pollinate, read signs in nature,
and for the last time dew shines on the leaves

while the last bit of summer sun hangs hot
then I think of the sacrifice that You bring
and still the birds do sing their songs
while Your crucifixion becomes a reality to me.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 12 lipca 2013

My words keep on wandering

When I bring you a flower
from our garden,
then you do smile radiating like the sun,
while for moments
you are astounded by the beauty

and you do draw a picture for me
where you lie naked
stretched out in the sheets
and I wish that I could somehow
catch your beauty in a verse,

your hair that hangs in locks,
your smile that goes through all of my barricades
but my words are only wandering around
as if they have got nowhere to go.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 12 lipca 2013

If this is not how love is

At a time in loving kindness you smiled merrily
but now you do not act that way and are not so
and it’s as if you think I want your life to overthrow
and now it’s as if you do not even regard me

and this is not the way that I want you to be
and at times some of your tears do flow
and sometimes away I want to go
but without you I am never really free

and are desperate among men
and you are in my heart wherever I might dwell
and when I am away I really miss you then
and this is what happens to you as well

and if this is not how real love is,
then I have never known its depths and its bliss.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 12 lipca 2013

The sparkle in your smile (Elizabethan Ditty)

The sparkle in your smile
fall like morning dew,
the shining of your eyes beguile
the toil that is waiting fresh and new,

but had you charmed me
at early morning light
from work we would be free
until the darkness of night.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 11 lipca 2013

Farewell conversation

To you I tried to write a long poem
but did become deeper engaged in sadness
and later did draw lines through the words,
and I did cry and wrote no verses to you
as to me it was a task that I could not do.
To you I tried to write a long poem

but you did not want to be in love with me
and I am only blinded by the great pain
and now nothing really does matter.
but to you I tried to write a long poem.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 11 lipca 2013

Evanescence

Far too quickly life does past
and even meaning comes to a end
while loved ones disappear one after the other
without anyone being able to change anything of it
and it’s as if pain does cut right through your body.
Far too quickly life does past

and even thoughts do not want to stay with you
and jolliness and youth are bound to time
while everything passes quickly
and totally alone life leaves everyone.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 11 lipca 2013

When time does bring me nearer

When time does bring me nearer
and all of my years are running out
at a time and place where I loose my mind
and do forget myself and all of my writings
then life does become an ugly thing.
When time does bring me nearer

then I ask the Father to act
to prepare a place for me at His time
to be sorry for me in His great mercy
and to end my life to bring it to its fullness.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 10 lipca 2013

Lovely to his eyes

A farmer walks up to his horse and it is spring again
and he bridles it and there is pain
in the old man’s body,
but the earth is soft underfoot after the rain.

In the distance a red Massy Ferguson tractor
ploughs drawing neat lines, but he’s still the administrator
and it’s early spring with every thing living rejoicing
but the ache in the flesh reminds him of the words of the doctor.

His son is out there tracking the field
and it’s as if he has now to yield
before the young, who are vital and strong
just have to go along, but he still has some power to wield

and his eyes measure the ploughed field, the smell of fresh earth
surrounds him, almost like a token of new birth
and his young wife looks up and smiles with eyes full of promises
while he secures a saddle with a girth,

puts a foot in a stirrup and reach up
for the knob on the saddle and for moments they look at each other
and her gaze is enticing, filled with spirit
her hair is blowing in the wind like surf on the beach

and the ardent Arabic horse knows its master well
acts with love, as if under his spell
while they gallop away
and he has got cancer, is a dying man, unwell

but life is really great and the sun, wind and sky
is familiar like any other day, where he is saddled high
and they meet him as friends, companions before he turns,
rides home to a wife who looks lovely to his eyes.

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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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