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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=399525" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The empty evenings are the most difficult (in answer to Mandi Engelbrecht)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The empty evenings are the most difficult<br>when alone I write poems, <br>when I sometimes listen to Classic Fm<br>while I have got nothing to do, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the two old people<br>go to bed when darkness comes<br>and we say our prayers, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">at times they insist<br>that I watch a religious DVD with them<br>and they talk about the news <br>and newspaper reports</div><div style="margin:10px 0">but much too soon the evening is past<br>and the cocker spaniel<br>looks at me with her dark eyes </div><div style="margin:10px 0">while the Persian cat goes outside to hunt, <br>and I read poems of some English friends<br>one after the other.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am still searching for a job<br>which circles out wider, <br>almost away from me<br>while I spent my spare time</div><div style="margin:10px 0">on what I can find in the library<br>on poetry of some great poets, <br>to teach myself techniques, methods, style, <br>and to find ideas</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and it's as if the wide world<br>waits upon my new poems<br>and sometimes I mow the lawn, <br>and help here and there in the garden, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">see the flock of sparrows, <br>weavers and doves coming near, <br>and I dare poems to repair my country, <br>my world, to tell people<br>who can make a difference</div><div style="margin:10px 0">about the things happening here<br>and my days and nights are empty without you<br>but our relationship went to hell<br>by your own choice<br>and I have got a new mistress<br>whose name is poetry</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and she is a whimsical lover<br>who serves others much better<br>before she visits me at night, <br>to share my pain, my sorrow and memories</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and most of the time I try to know her better, <br>to know the rhythm, the methods of her existence, <br>to find that which makes her great</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and one after the other my days pass, <br>while I wonder when things are going to change, <br>while I try day after day to survive</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and I know that I cannot hold on to the past<br>and I know <br>that I can write almost any kind of poem<br>and still at times I wonder<br>what is happening far away in your world? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">[Reference: &quot;‘n dood gewone vrou&quot; (an ordinary woman) by Mandi Engelbrecht.]</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Gert+Strydom">Gert Strydom</a><div class=q>
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when alone I write poems, 
when I sometimes listen to Classic Fm
while I have got nothing to do, 

the two old people
go to bed when darkness comes
and we say our prayers, 

at times they insist
that I wat..."></div>
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