Gert Strydom Poems

I
Over the water mirror of the fishpond white lilies float around,
golden-fish and needlefish are everywhere to be found
and next to it a abundance of aloes flower bloody red,
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(after Elisabeth Eybers)

It's as if now I do measure off each day to you,
where jubilant my heart beats with an intense power
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(After John Keats)

Cat, past your prime you do your little body lick.
How many birds have you caught in your days?
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I swear there is a soul burning in those agate-eyes
where the Persian ginger cat looks lovingly at me
but looks at the world like a shrewd hunter,
do make its purring sounds, are velvet-soft, under my right hand,
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Early today I walked deep into the unspoilt veldt
while grass and bushes and flowers still had dew,
where in this summer everything seems anew
and right there the loveliest wild lily I had smelt,
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(after Elisabeth Eybers)

Every big and small and intimate gesture,
even my own hankering, every glace has a thirst,
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(after Elizabeth Eybers)

Still forward he does slowly stroll
with sweat on his face from the heavy toll,
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My love, the taking care to not get COVID-19 is not done
although it almost seems as against it the battle is won,
where it seems that in South Africa the virus is halting
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I do adore you and you are in my marrow, soul and sprit
as an angel that can be more than a wife to me,
where for many years I am under your spell,
where you do entrust me with your painful things and ideals
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Your love fills my heart and you know well
that constantly Babe, I am under your spell
and although a virus do the world around whirl
in all of this you remain my one and only girl
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