Scritta da: Silvana Stremiz
The Robin for the Crumb
Returns no syllable
But long records the Lady's name
In Silver Chronicle.
Commenta
The Robin for the Crumb
Returns no syllable
But long records the Lady's name
In Silver Chronicle.
That Distance was between Us
That is not of Mile or Main -
The Will it is that situates -
Equator - never can.
Light is sufficient to itself -
If others want to see
It can be had on Window panes
Some Hours of the Day -
But not for Compensation -
It holds as large a Glow
To Squirrel in the Himmaleh
Precisely - as to Me.
Split the Lark - and you'll find the Music -
Bulb after Bulb, in Silver rolled -
Scantilly dealt to the Summer Morning
Saved for your Ear when Lutes be old -
Loose the Flood - you shall find it patent -
Gush after Gush, reserved for you -
Scarlet Experiment! Sceptic Thomas!
Now, do you doubt that your Bird was true?
Absence disembodies - so does Death
Hiding individuals from the Earth
Superstition helps, as well as love -
Tenderness decreases as we prove.
A doubt if it be Us
Assists the staggering Mind
In an extremer Anguish
Until it footing find -
An Unreality is lent,
A merciful Mirage
That makes the living possible
While it suspends the lives.
This Chasm, Sweet, upon my life
I mention it to you,
When Sunrise through a fissure drop
The Day must follow too.
If we demur, it's gaping sides
Disclose as 'twere a Tomb
Ourself am lying straight wherein
The Favorite of Doom -
When it has just contained a Life
Then, Darling, it will close
And yet so bolder every Day
So turbulent it grows
I'm tempted half to stitch it up
With a remaining Breath
I should not miss in yielding, though
To Him, it would be Death -
And so I bear it big about
My Burial - before
A Life quite ready to depart
Can harass me no more.
Uncertain lease - develops lustre
On Time -
Uncertain Grasp, appreciation
Of Sum -
The shorter Fate - is oftener the chiefest
Because
Inheritors upon a tenure
Prize.
But Susan is a stranger yet -
The ones who cite her most
Have never scaled her Haunted House
Nor compromise her Ghost -
To pity those that know her not
Is helped by the regret
That those who know her know her less
The nearer her they get.
To pity those that know her not
Is helped by the regret
That those who know her know her less
The nearer her they get -
How adequate the Human Heart
To it's emergency -
Intrenchments stimulate a friend
And stem an enemy.