His Mansion in the Pool
The Frog forsakes -
He rises on a Log
And statements makes -
His Auditors two Worlds
Deducting me -
The Orator of April
Is hoarse Today -
His Mittens at his Feet
No Hand hath he -
His eloquence a Bubble
As Fame should be -
Applaud him to discover
To your chagrin
Demosthenes has vanished
In Waters Green.
His Heart was darker than the starless night
For that there is a morn
But in this black Receptacle
Can be no Bode of Dawn.
Dreams are the subtle Dower
That make us rich an Hour -
Then fling us poor
Out of the Purple Door
Into the Precinct raw
Possessed before.
Death warrants are supposed to be
An enginery of Equity
A merciful mistake
A pencil in an Idol's Hand
A Devotee has oft consigned
To Crucifix or Block.
A Saucer holds a Cup
In sordid human Life
But in a Squirrel's estimate
A Saucer holds a Loaf -
A Table of a Tree
Demands the little King
And every Breeze that run along
His Dining Room do swing -
His Cutlery - he keeps
Within his Russet Lips -
To see it flashing when he dines
Do Birmingham eclipse -
Convicted - could we be
Of our Minutiae
The smallest Citizen that flies
Is heartier than we.
Un Piattino regge una Tazza
Nella sordida Vita umana
Ma nella prospettiva di uno Scoiattolo
Un Piattino regge una Pagnotta -
La Tavola di un Albero
Esige il piccolo Re
E ogni Brezza che soffia accanto
La sua Sala da Pranzo fa oscillare -
I Coltelli - tiene
Fra le Labbra Rossicce -
Vederli lampeggiare mentre pranza
Eclissa Birmingham -
Giudicati - fossimo
Per le nostre Minuzie
Il minuscolo Cittadino che vola
Sarebbe più genuino di noi.
The worthlessness of Earthly things
The Ditty is that Nature Sings -
And then - enforces their delight
Till Synods are inordinate.
Gathered into the Earth,
And out of story -
Gathered to that strange Fame -
That lonesome Glory
That hath no omen here - but Awe.
Trusty as the stars
Who quit their shining working
Prompt as when I lit them
In Genesis 'new house,
Durable as dawn
Whose antiquated blossom
Makes a world's suspense
Perish and rejoice.
Love's stricken "why"
Is all that love can speak -
Built of but just a syllable,
The hugest hearts that break.
"Tomorrow" - whose location
The Wise deceives
Though it's hallucination
Is last that leaves -
Tomorrow, thou Retriever
Of every tare -
Of Alibi art thou
Or ownest where?