Gert Strydom Poems

As the early morning breeze the leaves stirs
solitary it sits high in the acacia-thorn,
watches the other birds frolic in the firs
while another new god-given day is born.
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For long it had been an eternal night
with just water covering everything,
with no other kind of colour or light
that did any sight or dimension bring,
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When the weaver twittered for its mate
I imagined you here inside with me,
that you and I looked at the rising sun
and there was no movement on the street.
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Today I do stand in the greatest awe
of technology of power, fuel and steam,
wonder if a person can of myths dream?
I do comparisons with other ages draw,
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The most inner part of my broken heart
recall your liveliness and loveliness,
your grace and the lovely smile on your face,
radiance breaking through as happiness grew
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(after Adam Lindsay Gordon)

Dawn
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(after Adam Lindsay Gordon)

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Where you have totally broken
my faith in you and in what true love is,
it's as if in a way you are taking revenge.
I do not know what the future holds
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I dreamt of fair Paris during the spring,
of a night we walked in the moon's rays,
of love the gentle breeze was whispering,
the great river Seine flowed down its quays,
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I dreamt of fair Paris during the spring,
of a night we walked in the moon's rays,
of love the gentle breeze was whispering,
the great river Seine flowed down its quays,
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