Poesie in lingua straniera

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I prayed, at first, a little Girl,
Because they told me to -
But stopped, when qualified to guess
How prayer would feel - to me -
If I believed God looked around,
Each time my Childish eye
Fixed full, and steady, on his own
In Childish honesty -

And told him what I'd like, today,
And parts of his far plan
That baffled me -
The mingled side
Of his Divinity -

And often since, in Danger,
I count the force 'twould be
To have a God so strong as that
To hold my life for me

Till I could Catch my Balance
That slips so easy, now,
It takes me all the while to poise -
And then - it does'nt stay -.

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"Heaven" has different Signs - to me -
Sometimes, I think that Noon
Is but a symbol of the Place -
And when again, at Dawn,
A mighty look runs round the World
And settles in the Hills -
An Awe if it should be like that
Upon the Ignorance steals -

The Orchard, when the Sun is on -
The Triumph of the Birds
When they together Victory make -
Some Carnivals of Clouds -

The Rapture of a finished Day
Returning to the West -
All these - remind us of the place
That Men call "Paradise" -

Itself be fairer - we suppose -
But how Ourself, shall be
Adorned, for a Superior Grace -
Not yet, our eyes can see.

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My first well Day - since many ill -
I asked to go abroad,
And take the Sunshine in my hands
And see the things in Pod -
A'blossom just - when I went in
To take my Chance with pain -
Uncertain if myself, or He,
Should prove the strongest One.

The Summer deepened, while we strove -
She put some flowers away -
And Redder cheeked Ones - in their stead -
A fond - illusive way -

To cheat Herself, it seemed she tried -
As if before a Child
To fade - Tomorrow - Rainbows held
The Sepulchre, could hide.

She dealt a fashion to the Nut -
She tied the Hoods to Seeds -
She dropped bright scraps of Tint, about -
And left Brazilian Threads

On every shoulder that she met -
Then both her Hands of Haze
Put up - to hide her parting Grace
From our unfitted eyes.

My loss, by sickness - Was it Loss?
Or that Ethereal Gain
One earns by measuring the Grave -
Then - measuring the Sun.

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The Test of Love - is Death -
Our Lord - "so loved" - it saith -
What Largest Lover - hath
Another - doth -
If smaller Patience - be -
Through less Infinity -
If Bravo, sometimes swerve -
Through fainter Nerve -

Accept it's Best -
And overlook - the Dust -
Last - Least -
The Cross'- Request.

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Delight - becomes pictorial -
When viewed through Pain -
More fair - because impossible
That any gain -
The Mountain - at a given distance -
In Amber - lies -
Approached - the Amber flits - a little -
And That's - the Skies.

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Must be a Wo -
A loss or so -
To bend the eye
Best Beauty's way -
But - once aslant
It notes Delight
As clarified
As Stalactite -

A Common Bliss
Were had for less -
The price - is
Even as the Grace -

Our Lord - thought no
Extravagance
To pay - a Cross.

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I reckon - When I count it all -
First - Poets - Then the Sun -
Then Summer - Then the Heaven of God -
And then - the List is done -
But, looking back - the First so seems
To Comprehend the Whole -
The Others look a needless Show -
So I write - Poets - All -

Their Summer - lasts a Solid Year -
They can afford a Sun
The East - would deem extravagant -
And if the Other Heaven -

Be Beautiful as they Disclose
To Those who worship Them -
It is too difficult a Grace -
To justify the Dream.

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We learned the Whole of Love -
The Alphabet - the Words -
A Chapter - then the mighty Book -
Then - Revelation closed -
But in Each Other's eyes
An Ignorance beheld -
Diviner than the Childhood's
And each to each, a Child -

Attempted to expound
What Neither - understood -
Alas, that Wisdom is so large -
And Truth - so manifold!

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He gave away his Life -
To Us - Gigantic Sum -
A trifle - in his own esteem -
But magnified - by Fame -
Until it burst the Hearts
That fancied they could hold -
When swift it slipped it's limit -
And on the Heavens - unrolled -

'Tis Ours - to wince - and weep -
And wonder - and decay
By Blossoms gradual process -
He chose - Maturity -

And quickening - as we sowed -
Just obviated Bud -
And when We turned to note the Growth -
Broke - perfect - from the Pod.

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A Dying Tiger - moaned for Drink -
I hunted all the Sand -
I caught the Dripping of a Rock
And bore it in my Hand -
His Mighty Balls - in death were thick -
But searching - I could see
A Vision on the Retina
Of Water - and of me -

'Twas not my blame - who sped too slow -
'Twas not his blame - who died
While I was reaching him -
But 'twas - the fact that He was dead.