Perhaps I asked too large -
I take - no less than skies -
For Earths, grow thick as
Berries, in my native town -
My Basket holds - just - Firmaments -
Those - dangle easy - on my arm,
But smaller bundles - Cram.
Felt my life with both my hands
To see if it was there -
I held my spirit to the Glass,
To prove it possible -
I turned my Being round and round
And paused at every pound
To ask the Owner's name -
For doubt, that I should know the Sound -
I judged my features - jarred my hair -
I pushed my dimples by, and waited -
If they - twinkled back -
Conviction might, of me -
I told myself, "Take Courage, Friend -
That - was a former time -
But we might learn to like the Heaven,
As well as our Old Home!"
And we are waiting for the Coach -
It seems as though the Time -
Indignant - that the Joy was come -
Did block the Gilded Hands -
And would not let the Seconds by -
But slowest instant - ends -
The Pendulum begins to count -
Like little Scholars - loud -
The steps grow thicker - in the Hall -
The Heart begins to crowd -
Then I - my timid service done -
Tho' service 'twas, of Love -
Take up my little Violin -
And further North - remove.
You'll know Her - by Her Foot -
The finest Gamboge Hand
With Fingers - where the Toes should be -
Would more affront the Sand -
Than this Quaint Creature's Boot -
Adjusted by a Stern -
Without a Button - I c'd vouch -
Unto a Velvet Limb -
You'll know Her - by Her Vest -
Tight fitting - Orange - Brown -
Inside a Jacket duller -
She wore when she was born -
Her Cap is small - and snug -
Constructed for the Winds -
She'd pass for Barehead - short way off -
But as She closer stands -
So finer 'tis than Wool -
You cannot feel the Seam -
Nor is it clasped unto of Band -
Nor held upon - of Brim -
You'll know Her - by Her Voice -
At first - a doubtful Tone -
A sweet endeavor - but as March
To April - hurries on -
She squanders on your Head
Such Threnodies of Pearl -
You beg the Robin in your Brain
To keep the other - still.
When Bells stop ringing - Church - begins -
The Transitive - of Bells -
When Cogs - stop - that's Circumference -
The Ultimate - of Wheels.
The Brain - is wider than the Sky -
For - put them side by side -
The one the other will contain
With ease - and You - beside -
The Brain is deeper than the sea -
For - hold them - Blue to Blue -
The one the other will absorb -
As Sponges - Buckets - do -
The Brain is just the weight of God -
For - Heft them - Pound for Pound -
And they will differ - if they do -
As Syllable from Sound.
Il Cervello - è più esteso del Cielo -
Perché - mettili fianco a fianco -
L'uno l'altro conterrà
Con facilità - e Te - in aggiunta -
Il Cervello è più profondo del mare -
Perché - tienili - Azzurro contro Azzurro -
L'uno l'altro assorbirà -
Come le Spugne - i Secchi - assorbono -
Il Cervello ha giusto il peso di Dio -
Perché - Soppesali - Libbra per Libbra -
Ed essi differiranno - se differiranno -
Come la Sillaba dal Suono -
Ourselves were wed one summer - dear -
Your Vision - was in June -
And when Your little Lifetime failed,
I wearied - too - of mine -
And overtaken in the Dark -
Where You had put me down -
By Some one carrying a Light -
I - too - received the Sign.
'Tis true - Our Futures different lay -
Your Cottage - faced the sun -
While Oceans - and the North did play -
On every side of mine
'Tis true, Your Garden led the Bloom,
For mine - in Frosts - was sown -
And yet, one Summer, we were Queens -
But You - were crowned in June.
The Lightning playeth - all the while -
But when He singeth - then -
Ourselves are conscious He exist -
And we approach Him - stern -
With Insulators - and a Glove -
Whose short - sepulchral Bass
Alarms us - tho' His Yellow feet
May pass - and counterpass -
Upon the Ropes - above our Head -
Continual - with the News -
Nor We so much as check our speech -
Nor stop to cross Ourselves.
Se biella ti me pari cù ti rèidi
Biella ti son quando ti piuri ancur
Cù ti brùvi baròfa, cù ti crédi
Chi ca te vido dòti se'namura
Che cumu i uzai ch'i zira nturni nèdi
Còsseio nturno ta ven chel che te dura
Ningun se pol sasià n'le tu balise
Dòti rista ligadi n'le tu dresse.
Pater nauster ze stae in ciel
Santefegato saea to naume
Vaena al to raenau
Saea fata la to vauol
Qua in tèr caume in ciel
Il pan nauster di aun zaurno ni rigalar auzi
Le nauster debetaur raemetea
E no lasar manàr in tentazion
Ma lebarni dall mal
Causì saea!