Gert Strydom Poems

In my thoughts I have got to stand still
at the place
where my footfalls as a small child
in the veldt at a fountain
...

When Kasparov made his chess moves
and Deep Blue did react upon them, did become involved,
without any emotion did mathematically calculate
exactly what the moves of that brilliant human being did mean,
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When love is unfulfilled
a person does continually yearn for it,
as if at a time
it can be cornered
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When the sand-brown Ratel armoured cars
does burst through a village of mud huts
of the local population
in the middle of the night
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(after A. D. Keet)

Life came in grains of wheat
and where in the winter
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One night I see him
glaring in through the window
before he sneaks past
and he is totally unaware
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Outside the winter is dismal
with poison loaded in every glance,
where people are selling themselves,
do merciless chase after the next Rand,
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In the small hours the last train does past,
it travels with a lot of noise,
with a hooter that scolds shrilling
while it does gnash past
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On a afternoon
while she travelled on the farm-road to home,
she was in a hurry to get to the homestead,
to tell her husband that she is pregnant
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With the warmth of the heart, with light,
she wants to fill my world she tells me
and in the depths of her eyes I see
promises of all the things that might
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