Gert Strydom Poems

When the weaver twittered for its mate
I imagined you here inside with me,
that you and I looked at the rising sun
and there was no movement on the street.
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Today I do stand in the greatest awe
of technology of power, fuel and steam,
wonder if a person can of myths dream?
I do comparisons with other ages draw,
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The most inner part of my broken heart
recall your liveliness and loveliness,
your grace and the lovely smile on your face,
radiance breaking through as happiness grew
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(after Adam Lindsay Gordon)

Dawn
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(after Adam Lindsay Gordon)

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Where you have totally broken
my faith in you and in what true love is,
it's as if in a way you are taking revenge.
I do not know what the future holds
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I dreamt of fair Paris during the spring,
of a night we walked in the moon's rays,
of love the gentle breeze was whispering,
the great river Seine flowed down its quays,
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I dreamt of fair Paris during the spring,
of a night we walked in the moon's rays,
of love the gentle breeze was whispering,
the great river Seine flowed down its quays,
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I wait with hope and fear for the hour,
in the distance chimes the bell
its own discord from a church-tower
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In my thoughts your lovely face remains.
I am away as you have limited me
and still my love for you remains strong.
On my many questions I get no kind of insight
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