Gert Strydom Poems

In this distant country
everyone wants to find
An own place in the sun,
and some people want to use force
...

When the small death folds
around us, both of us sweat
and die together
...

When the front door does close behind you
and the house awaits me without a sound
when some of the furniture is missing
and does leave open space and no children do laugh
...

(After N. P. van Wyk Louw)

In the early evening
you were luring right against me
...

You are my darling, my wife,
the one with whom I walk through life,
the one that is mine, my inspiration and hope,
the one that holds me tight against her breast
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With all of my dreams
I did love you,
do remember how you eyes look,
can gleam of happiness
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I see him doing carpentry,
smoothing a piece of hard wood with a plane,
clamped on a big old vice
before cutting it, sawing it off
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Cold like people that live only for themselves
as if any other person is cut-off
those three doctors acted that night in casualties
of far death hospital
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God, help me, You did not create me
to beg for crumbs
and I bend my knees to nobody
but to You who deserve it
...

The autumn is in the leaves,
in the gestures of people,
when trees are already standing as skeletons,
the autumn is bringing pain
...