Poesie inserite da Silvana Stremiz

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Cupido, loser, eigenwilliger Knabe!

Cupido, loser, eigenwilliger Knabe!
Du batst mich um Quartier auf einige Stunden.
Wie viele Tag' und Nächte bist du geblieben!
Und bist nun herrisch und Meister im Hause geworden!

Von meinem breiten Lager bin ich vertrieben;
Nun sitz ich an der Erde, Nächte gequälet;
Dein Mutwill schüret Flamm auf Flamme des Herdes,
Verbrennet den Vorrat des Winters
und senget mich Armen.

Du hast mir mein Geräte verstellt und verschoben;
Ich such und bin wie blind und irre geworden.
Du lärmst so ungeschickt; ich fürchte das Seelchen
Entflieht, um dir zu entfliehn, und räumet die Hütte.

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Because my Brook is fluent
I know 'tis dry -
Because my Brook is silent
It is the Sea -
And startled at it's swelling
I try to flee
To where the Strong assure me
Is "no more Sea".

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Are Friends Delight or Pain?
Could Bounty but remain
Riches were good -
But if they only stay
Ampler to fly away
Riches are sad.

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A soft Sea washed around the House
A Sea of Summer Air
And rose and fell the magic Planks
That sailed without a care -
For Captain was the Butterfly
For Helmsman was the Bee
And an entire universe
For the delighted Crew.

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I should not dare to be so sad
So many Years again -
A Load is first impossible
When we have put it down -
The Superhuman then withdraws
And we who never saw
The Giant at the other side
Begin to perish now.

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To make Routine a Stimulus
Remember it can cease -
Capacity to Terminate
Is a specific Grace -
Of Retrospect the Arrow
That power to repair
Departed with the Torment
Become, alas, more fair.

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La belle saison

A jeun perdue glacée
Toute seule sans un sou
Une fille de seize ans
Immobile debout
Place de la Concorde
A midi le Quinze Août.

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What we see we know somewhat
Be it but a little -
What we dont surmise we do
Though it shows so fickle
I shall vote for Lands with Locks
Granted I can pick 'em -
Transport's doubtful Dividend
Patented by Adam.

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Somehow myself survived the Night
And entered with the Day -
That it be saved the Saved suffice
Without the Formula.
Henceforth I take my living place
As one commuted led -
A Candidate for Morning Chance
But dated with the Dead.

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All men for Honor hardest work
But are not known to earn -
Paid after they have ceased to work
In Infamy or Urn.