Gert Strydom Poems

On the street corners, in the dark back alleys
whores cackle,
some black women glance lusting at me,
poor children are watching me in hunger,
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At half past four
while the civil service employees
are going home
blue-white thunderbolts crash down
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There is deeper mathematic, greater science
in the composition of the universe,
in how things function in it
while mere man now days claim
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There is greater art in the colour of the sky,
in the canvas with which the night covers herself,
in the sun that rises in time each morning
and daily I am astounded
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There is greater love in that God perished innocently
that He who is almighty lowered Himself
to the image of a mere man
that He did permit earthly beings to curse Him,
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(after Daleen Enslin)

When I told you about the seven wonders
about the great sphinx,
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Deep in the veldt
there is peace from the bustle,
deep in the veldt
people do not always become disconcerted
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Late in the afternoon each bright weaver gambols
when the evening star shines blue-white,
each pretty butterfly flutters around
when wild pigeons land on the ground;
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Some flowers rise up bright from tiny seeds,
blooms appear with heads searching for the sun;
on this earth so it's been since time begun,
some flowers rise up bright from tiny seeds,
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Near to Gobabis,
(when it still was South West Africa)
a farmer gave me a lift
when I was on military leave
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