You Are As A Wife Still Mine (Sicilian Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

(in answer to Alexander Sergeyevich Pus)

You are as a darling and wife still mine
where now with you it's as if I am bound:
of my words you do not hear a single sound,
you do put up an unsurpassable line,

of your true love I find no kind of sign
you do hedge me from the sky to the ground
of you there is now nothing to be found.
I do not understand, you say it's fine.

In vain your feelings I try to awake
while you do away your life from me turn,
I try you still closer to me to make
while all your actions and words do me burn,
try indifference with words from you to shake,
it's if you do not want me to return.

[Reference: "Under the blue skies" by Alexander Sergeyevich Pus

Poet's note I am quoting his great poem right here:


"Under the blue skies" by Alexander Sergeyevich Pus

"Under the blue skies of her native land
She languished and began to fade...
Until surely there flew without a sound
Above me, her young shade.
But there stretches between us an uncrossable line;
In vain my feelings I tried to awaken.
The lips that brought the news were made of stone,
And I listened like a stone, unshaken.
So this is she for whom my soul once burned
In the tense and heavy fire,
Obsessed, exhausted, driven out of my mind
By tenderness and desire!
Where are the torments? Where is love? Alas!
For the unreturning days'
Sweet memory and for the poor credulous
Shade, I find no lament, no tears."]
© Gert Strydom