Gert Strydom Poems

At the Gxara River in the Transkei
a pool between some trees and flowering plants
is linked with one of the most emotional
and painful stories in history.
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Black was everything without any light,
in a endless night
until in the brain of the creating One
the miracles of life did come
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When the last impact of winter disappears,
the sun starts to glow bright in its longing,
cold days are dissipated by sunshine
you arrive in your pretty enchantment
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In the pool of the fountain
the sky reflect cobalt blue
and shadows fall over the inner court
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Now do your worst, if you hate me,
and bring me new sorrow
before I even see a new tomorrow
while I am besieged by calamity
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Remember the farmer
whose raven turned
into a lovely black haired woman?
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That you have taken her from me
while I loved her truly
as if she was from marriage free
as if she could belong to you duly.
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One rainy night at a border camp
in the operational aria
I walked past a tent
and while the wind flapped open one side
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She flees from me
who at a time did my company seek
who once loved me tenderly,
now is wild like a tigress,
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It’s war in my yard
and the ginger Persian cat
lies stretched out
gazing at the trenches
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