Scritta da: Silvana Stremiz
This docile one inter
While we who dare to live
Arraign the sunny brevity
That sparkles to the Grave.
On her departing span
No wilderness remain
As dauntless in the House of Death
As if it were her own -.
Commenta
This docile one inter
While we who dare to live
Arraign the sunny brevity
That sparkles to the Grave.
On her departing span
No wilderness remain
As dauntless in the House of Death
As if it were her own -.
There comes an hour when begging stops,
When the long interceding lips
Perceive their prayer is vain.
"Thou shalt not" is a kinder sword
Than from a disappointing God
"Disciple, call again".
So bashful when I spied her!
So pretty - so ashamed!
So hidden in her leaflets
Lest anybody find -
So breathless till I passed her -
So helpless when I turned
And bore her struggling, blushing,
Her simple haunts beyond!
For whom I robbed the Dingle -
For whom I betrayed the Dell -
Many, will doubtless ask me -
But I shall never tell!
South winds jostle them -
Bumblebees come -
Hover - hesitate -
Drink, and are gone -
Butterflies pause
On their passage Cashmere -
I - softly plucking,
Present them here!
"They have not chosen me" - he said -
"But I have chosen them"!
Brave - Broken hearted statement -
Uttered in Bethleem!
I could not have told it,
But since Jesus dared,
Sovreign, know a Daisy
Thy dishonor shared!
Her breast is fit for pearls,
But I was not a "Diver".
Her brow is fit for thrones -
But I had not a crest.
Her heart is fit for home -
I - a sparrow - build there
Sweet of twigs and twine
My perennial nest.
The longest day that God appoints
Will finish with the sun.
Anguish can travel to it's stake,
And then it must return.
Lad of Athens, faithful be
To thyself,
And Mystery -
All the rest is Perjury.
Sweet hours have perished here,
This is a mighty room -
Within it's precincts hopes have played
Now shadows in the tomb.
Those final Creatures, - who they are -
That, faithful to the close,
Administer her ecstasy,
But just the Summer knows.