Gert Strydom
Graveyard
(after Jean Pierre Rawie)
In a whirlpool of emotions
I stand at the grave,
half full of grief with the tender remembering
of things that went wrong,
somewhat ashamed that things had not been different
and the strangeness is startling,
I am astonished by other persons
for whom tears come so easily,
about how meaningless life is,
about how death touches caring,
about how the final farewell
drives love to its limit.
[Reference: “Kerkhof” (Graveyard) by the Dutch poet Jean Pierre Rawie.]
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