Gert Strydom Poems

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Just after winter you are back enchanting
with unfolding blossoms on hot sunny days
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Two people separate where one
says that she’s met another man
and suddenly everything that we had is gone
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When the month of March comes I am astounded
by the summer that is still lingering,
the sparkle, colour and fragrance of flower upon flower,
the fine splendour
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This government slammed a jail door behind you,
caged you in like a animal, locked you behind bars
in the prison at Rooigrond;
when this government took your freedom
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When leaves fall in autumn, lying all over the place
with the smell of decline penetrating,
in colours of yellow, brown and gold
nature is caught in a circle
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Life, the whole of human existence
is sometimes nothing but a big masked ball.
The depth, the deadly silence can at times
catch and trick us as reflexes.
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Love is something that we see
in a eternal light
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There are white flowers in her hair,
blue-white stars when she laughs
in her eyes shining like rainbows,
with a own innocent beauty
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On a summer December I do remember
the sun like an ember, poetry on the floor
life in pieces, while my troubles increases
nothing eases the sorrow for the girl Lenore
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I saw young men keeping courage in the grim night
burning, aflame before the end of day
bravely carrying on before the dying of light
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