Poesie in lingua straniera


Scritta da: Silvana Stremiz
in Poesie (Poesie in lingua straniera)
To put this World down, like a Bundle -
And walk steady, away,
Requires Energy - possibly Agony -
'Tis the Scarlet way
Trodden with straight renunciation
By the Son of God -
Later, his faint Confederates
Justify the Road -

Flavors of that old Crucifixion -
Filaments of Bloom, Pontius Pilate sowed -
Strong Clusters, from Barabbas'Tomb -

Sacrament, Saints partook before us -
Patent, every drop,
With the Brand of the Gentile Drinker
Who enforced the Cup.
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    Scritta da: Silvana Stremiz
    in Poesie (Poesie in lingua straniera)
    To hear an Oriole sing
    May be a common thing -
    Or only a divine.
    It is not of the Bird
    Who sings the same, unheard,
    As unto Crowd -

    The Fashion of the Ear
    Attireth that it hear
    In Dun, or fair -

    So whether it be Rune,
    Or whether it be din -
    Is of within.

    The "Tune is in the Tree -"
    The Skeptic - showeth me -
    "No Sir! In Thee!"
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      Scritta da: Silvana Stremiz
      in Poesie (Poesie in lingua straniera)
      I think the Hemlock likes to stand
      Upon a Marge of Snow -
      It suits his own Austerity -
      And satisfies an awe
      That men, must slake in Wilderness -
      And in the Desert - cloy -
      An hunger for the Hoar, the Bald -
      Lapland's - necessity -

      The Hemlock's nature thrives - on cold -
      The Gnash of Northern winds
      Is sweetest nutriment - to him -
      His best Norwegian Wines -

      To satin Races - he is nought -
      But Children on the Don,
      Beneath his Tabernacles, play,
      And Dnieper Wrestlers, run.
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        Scritta da: Silvana Stremiz
        in Poesie (Poesie in lingua straniera)
        Sweet - You forgot - but I remembered
        Every time - for Two -
        So that the Sum be never hindered
        Through Decay of You -
        Say if I erred? Accuse my Farthings -
        Blame the little Hand
        Happy it be for You - a Beggar's -
        Seeking More - to spend -

        Just to be Rich - to waste my Guineas
        On so Best a Heart -
        Just to be Poor - for Barefoot Vision
        You - Sweet - Shut me out.
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          Scritta da: Silvana Stremiz
          in Poesie (Poesie in lingua straniera)
          I had no Cause to be awake -
          My Best - was gone to sleep -
          And Morn a new politeness took -
          And failed to wake them up -
          But called the others - clear -
          And passed their Curtains by -
          Sweet Morning - When I oversleep -
          Knock - Recollect - to Me -

          I looked at Sunrise - Once -
          And then I looked at Them -
          And wishfulness in me arose -
          For Circumstance the same -

          'Twas such an Ample Peace -
          It could not hold a Sigh -
          'Twas Sabbath - with the Bells divorced -
          'Twas Sunset - all the Day -

          So choosing but a Gown -
          And taking but a Prayer -
          The only Raiment I should need -
          I struggled - and was There.
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