He forgot - and I - remembered -
'Twas an everyday affair -
Long ago as Christ and Peter -
"Warmed them" at the "Temple fire".
"Thou wert with him" - quoth "the Damsel"?
"No" - said Peter, 'twas'nt me -
Jesus merely "looked" at Peter -
Could I do aught else - to Thee?
Two swimmers wrestled on the spar -
Until the morning sun -
When One - turned smiling to the land -
Oh God! The Other One!
The stray ships - passing -
Spied a face -
Upon the waters borne -
With eyes in death - still begging raised -
And hands - beseeching - thrown!
Unit, like Death, for Whom?
True, like the Tomb,
Who tells no secret
Told to Him -
The Grave is strict -
Tickets admit
Just two - the Bearer -
And the Borne -
And seat - just One -
The Living - tell -
The Dying - but a Syllable -
The Coy Dead - None -
No Chatter - here - no tea -
So Babbler, and Bohea - stay there -
But Gravity - and Expectation - and Fear -
A tremor just, that All's not sure.
If What we Could - were what we would -
Criterion - be small -
It is the Ultimate of Talk -
The Impotence to Tell.
Some - Work for Immortality -
The Chiefer part, for Time -
He - Compensates - immediately -
The former - Checks - on Fame -
Slow Gold - but Everlasting -
The Bullion of Today -
Contrasted with the Currency
Of Immortality -
A Beggar - Here and There -
Is gifted to discern
Beyond the Broker's insight -
One's - Money - One's - the Mine.
It might be lonelier
Without the Loneliness -
I'm so accustomed to my Fate -
Perhaps the Other - Peace -
Would interrupt the Dark -
And crowd the little Room -
Too scant - by Cubits - to contain
The Sacrament - of Him -
I am not used to Hope -
It might intrude upon -
It's sweet parade - blaspheme the place -
Ordained to Suffering -
It might be easier
To fail - with Land in Sight -
Than gain - My Blue Peninsula -
To perish - of Delight.
How many Flowers fail in Wood -
Or perish from the Hill -
Without the privilege to know
That they are Beautiful -
How many cast a nameless Pod
Upon the nearest Breeze -
Unconscious of the Scarlet Freight -
It bear to Other Eyes.
The Winters are so short -
I'm hardly justified
In sending all the Birds away -
And moving into Pod -
Myself - for scarcely settled -
The Phebes have begun -
And then - it's time to strike my Tent -
And open House - again -
It's mostly, interruptions -
My Summer - is despoiled -
Because there was a Winter - once -
And all the Cattle - starved -
And so there was a Deluge -
And swept the World away -
But Ararat's a Legend - now -
And no one credits Noah.
What Soft - Cherubic Creatures -
These Gentlewomen are -
One would as soon assault a Plush -
Or violate a Star -
Such Dimity Convictions -
A Horror so refined
Of freckled Human Nature -
Of Deity - ashamed -
It's such a common - Glory -
A Fisherman's - Degree -
Redemption - Brittle Lady -
Be so - ashamed of Thee.
San Martin da Latisana
dài un bòa-la cjampàna,
la cjampàna si rompé
san Martin al si scundé,
si scundé davòur la puàrta
al cjàta 'na cjàra muàrta,
ài taea iò las tetas
al fàs un pàr trombétas,
al scomensa a trombità
a ven dongja las fantàtas a balà.
Qaulà ì la mé maròsa?
Marìa snaclaiòsa!
La pea pal sufet,
la tira di mulét,
mulét al va intòr
e Maria su pal fòr,
al fòr al fàs un crìch
e Maria a fàs un sbìt
... ta-la cjamésa.