Gert Strydom Poems

At a time off my feet you did me sweep
while your lovely smile touched my heart
as if on your pretty face a strange kind of art
had touched me, had entered me very deep.
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I am at war and yet, no fighting has begun:
I have no fear, from me this war did not arise
but when you look at me your gaze is full of ice;
at a time in your eyes was nothing but the sun.
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Early he had measured his own steps,
wanted to get the distance correct
to reach his utmost, very biggest jump,
instinctively he did already know
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On that very high mountain slope grass did cling
to our bare feet, some branches scraped us,
where we overlooked fishermen at sea,
where their boat suddenly rose up and down.
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So very subtle and so very cunningly
with eyes shining like that of a sprite
you crept into my heart during the night,
your smile, your eyes and personality,
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When early at four o’clock in the morning
she has to catch a Putco bus to her work
there is smoke hanging over the shacks,
for a while she walks over the wet veldt,
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A big building suddenly crushes down,
at first the explosion goes to the core,
half of the tumbling then is straight downward
before the whole demolishing begins.
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Hobbling along, I see him coming on,
he brushes his jean off making it neat
and then he turns right around to face me
where he is looking somewhat tattered,
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I have a house against the sugar-bush hillocks
where like orange speckles aloes grow wild,
where thunder strikes iron stones blue-white
with flowering proteas growing everywhere
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Hobbling along, I see him coming on,
he brushes his jean off making it neat
and then he turns right around to face me
where he is looking somewhat tattered,
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