Gert Strydom Poems

Since the first morning light you were up and gone
and I thought of last night as the day moved on
and voiceless between us sweet emotions remain
while through the day we both do toil alone
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Lord, now in the last years of my life
I smell the fragrance of the blooming spring flowers
and as promised You have let my eyes fall
on Your blessed Son
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(in answer to N.P. van Wyk Louw)

The tar road lays open under the burning sun
and the house is far over the hillocks
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(after William Blake)

I walk the street, impoverished people
do catch my eye,
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Around us the whispering rain falls
during a Cape winter
with the wind blowing gusty
shaking the windows in their frames.
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Sincere, sweet, bright, lovely and very true
with a will that does not easily bend
as my love the great creator has made you,
to accompany me towards the world’s end.
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and sometimes when I talk to You it feels as if I am not get through
as if only the four walls and do hear me
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I smell the fragrance of the falling rain
hear how startled the wild horses snort,
see the dust-line of the wild wind savagely
blowing sand and leaves
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There is ice in the wind
and here and there a flower wilts
are devoured by the ripe
and when the moon rise brightly
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In the heat of your body
in this winter I do find
warmth, escape and fulfilment of desire
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