Pygmalion Poem by Gert Strydom

Pygmalion



While he hated every woman to intensity,
nothing good in womankind he did see,
he could find not one as a mate
but he did masterly out of marble chisel the perfect wife,
did not trust fate,
but did pray that someone would fulfil his life
and when Venus heard his prayers
suddenly Galatea came alive.

Friday, September 9, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: myth
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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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