Gert Strydom Poems

Your body gleams a deeper purple and green-bronze
where with your beak you peck up snails and earthworms
before the backyard buzz as you screech shrilly,
and the afternoon rest is disturbed in a mere moment
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At Carp's dam near old Boschoek I will never again catch bream
as over that good man's life the sun has long ago set

but the joy and pleasure are pinned down in memories of my childhood days
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If I do not know to write the beauty to you
where I know you in the beating of my heart and on the tips of my fingers,
when constantly I reconnoitre new experiences with you,
then you are a part of my thoughts and words.
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How will I bring my love to you
my angel, my big-eyed woman,
when words do all of the time loose their ability?
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At the window a yellow weaver leaves me speechless
with its love-song.
As the twilight of dawn comes after the night
it is busy frolicking to its mate
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In the apricot blossoms that covers the tree
a black-green starling pecks to be satiated
and outside the last wild cold winter wind blows
but when I catch your eyes sunny full of happiness in the garden
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I look at you while you talk and it's pure witchery
as you are far past pretty and very witty,
where mere words have an impact on both of us
and I fall in love and you become more than dear to me.
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At sunrise you do leave me speechless:
enchanted with you my life turns around
and I see no talus-bones that you do throw out
when you come to me with acts of true love.
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