Scritta da: Silvana Stremiz
A throe upon the features -
A hurry in the breath -
An ecstasy of parting
Denominated "Death" -
An anguish at the mention
Which when to patience grown -
I've known permission given
To rejoin it's own.
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A throe upon the features -
A hurry in the breath -
An ecstasy of parting
Denominated "Death" -
An anguish at the mention
Which when to patience grown -
I've known permission given
To rejoin it's own.
"Arcturus" is his other name -
I'd rather call him "Star"!
It's very mean of Science
To go and interfere!
I slew a worm the other day,
A "Savan" passing by
Murmured "Resurgam" - "Centipede"!
"Oh Lord, how frail are we"!
I pull a flower from the woods -
A monster with a glass
Computes the stamens in a breath -
And has her in a "Class"!
Whereas I took the Butterfly
Aforetime in my hat,
He sits erect in "Cabinets" -
The Clover bells forgot!
What once was "Heaven"
Is "Zenith" now!
Where I proposed to go
When Time's brief masquerade was done
Is mapped, and charted too!
What if the "poles" should frisk about
And stand upon their heads!
I hope I'm ready for "the worst" -
Whatever prank betides!
Perhaps the "kingdom of Heaven's" changed.
I hope the "Children" there
Wont be "new fashioned" when I come -
And laugh at me - and stare!
I hope the Father in the skies
Will lift his little girl -
"Old fashioned"! Naughty! Everything!
Over the stile of "pearl"!
Who never lost, are unprepared
A Coronet to find!
Who never thirsted
Flagons, and Cooling Tamarind!
Who never climbed the weary league -
Can such a foot explore
The purple territories
On Pizarro's shore?
How many Legions overcome -
The Emperor will say?
How many Colors taken
On Revolution Day?
How many Bullets bearest?
Hast Thou the Royal scar?
Angels! Write "Promoted"
On this Soldier's brow!
Low at my problem bending,
Another problem comes -
Larger than mine - serener -
Involving statelier sums.
I check my busy pencil -
My figures file away -
Wherefore, my baffled fingers
Thy perplexity?
Ambition cannot find him -
Affection doesn't know
How many leagues of nowhere
Lie between them now!
Yesterday, undistinguished!
Eminent Today
For our mutual honor,
Immortality!
Success is counted sweetest
By those who never succeed.
To comprehend a nectar
Requires sorest need.
Not one of all the purple Host
Who took the Flag today
Can tell the definition
So clear of Victory
As he defeated - dying -
On whose forbidden ear
The distant strains of triumph
Burst agonized and clear!
So from the mould
Scarlet and Gold
Many a Bulb will rise -
Hidden away, cunningly,
From sagacious eyes.
So from Cocoon
Many a Worm
Leap so Highland gay,
Peasants like me -
Peasants like Thee
Gaze perplexedly.
Can't tell you - but you feel it -
Nor can you tell me -
Saints, with ravished slate and pencil
Solve our April Day!
Sweeter than a vanished frolic
From a vanished green!
Swifter than the hoofs of Horsemen
Round a Ledge of dream!
Modest, let us walk among it
With our faces wailed -
As they say polite Archangels
Do in meeting God!
Not for me - to prate about it!
Not for you - to say
To some fashionable Lady
"Charming April Day"!
Rather - Heaven's "Peter Parley"!
By which Children slow
To sublimer Recitation
Are prepared to go!
Some Rainbow - coming from the Fair!
Some Vision of the World Cashmere -
I confidently see!
Or else a Peacock's purple Train
Feather by feather - on the plain
Fritters itself away!
The dreamy Butterflies bestir!
Lethargic pools resume the whirr
Of last year's sundered tune!
From some old Fortress on the Sun
Baronial Bees - march - one by one -
In murmuring platoon!
The Robins stand as thick today
As flakes of snow stood yesterday -
On fence - and Roof - and Twig!
The Orchis binds her feather on
For her old lover - Don the Sun!
Revisiting the Bog!
Without Commander! Countless! Still!
The Regiments of Wood and Hill
In bright detachment stand!
Behold! Whose Multitudes are these?
The children of whose turbaned seas -
Or what Circassian Land?
Qualche Arcobaleno - in arrivo dal Candore!
Qualche Visione del Mondo di Cashmere -
Fiduciosamente vedo!
Oppure una purpurea Coda di Pavone
Piuma per piuma - sulla pianura
Si scompone via via!
Le sognanti Farfalle si scuotono!
Stagni in letargo riprendono il fruscio
Dell'interrotta melodia dell'anno prima!
Da qualche vecchia Fortezza sul Sole
Blasonate Api - marciano - una ad una -
In mormorante plotone!
I Pettirossi sono così fitti oggi
Come i fiocchi di neve erano ieri -
Sul recinto - sul Tetto - sul Ramoscello!
L'Orchidea rimette la sua ciocca
Per il suo antico amante - Messer il Sole!
Tornato in visita al Pantano!
Senza Comandante! Innumerevoli! Quieti!
I Reggimenti del Bosco e della Collina
In luminoso distacco si ergono!
Guarda! Di chi sono queste Moltitudini?
Figlie di quali mari inturbantati -
O di quale Landa Circassa?
If pain for peace prepares
Lo, what "Augustan" years
Our feet await!
If springs from winter rise
Can the Anemones
Be reckoned up?
If night stands first - then noon
To gird us for the sun -
What gaze!
When from a thousand skies
On our developed eyes
Noons blaze!