Gert Strydom Poems

On stage in life's great amphitheatre
I see in the throng of people her sweet face,
where she does not care that I do love her,
as she do me from her own life erase.
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Now you are in my wild imaginings.
as I dream, are forsooth of what was youth.
Mine you are not in the reality of things:
a marriage on hold is the bitter truth.
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Do not regret me
where you had chosen to be without me
Regret me not in this life,
as you did not want to be my wife
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(to Minette after Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin)

To you I call to have you once more near,
during the silent hour of the midnight,
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(After Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin)

Bring me, sweetheart, your bitter words no more,
do not awake painful things in memory,
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(After Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin)

Bring me, sweetheart, your bitter words no more,
do not awake painful things in memory,
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(After Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin)

Far in the distance blue-white lightning falls,
as some more flashing thunder with raindrops
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(After Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin)

Far in the distance blue-white lightning falls,
as some more flashing thunder with raindrops
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(After Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin)

So vividly I do remember,
it was near the first of September,
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(in answer to Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin)

To me our love has an eternal sphere,
to you love may be a thing that is fleeting.
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