Scritta da: Silvana Stremiz
That it will never come again
Is what makes life so sweet.
Believing what we dont believe
Does not exhilarate.
That if it be, it be at best
An ablative estate -
This instigates an appetite
Precisely opposite.
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Scritta da: Silvana Stremiz
Sweet is the swamp with it's secrets,
Until we meet a snake;
'Tis then we sigh for houses,
And our departure take
At that enthralling gallop
That only childhood knows.
A snake is nature's treason,
And awe is where it goes.
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Scritta da: Silvana Stremiz
Some say good night - at night -
I say good night by day -
Good bye - the Going utter me -
Good night, I still reply -
For parting, that is night,
And presence, simply dawn -
Itself, the purple on the hight
Denominated morn.
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Scritta da: Silvana Stremiz
Softened by Time's consummate plush,
How sleek the woe appears
That threatened childhood's citadel
And undermined the years.
Bisected now, by bleaker griefs,
We envy the despair
That devastated childhood's realm,
So easy to repair.
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Scritta da: Silvana Stremiz
Rearrange a "Wife's" Affection!
When they dislocate my Brain!
Amputate my freckled Bosom!
Make me bearded like a man!
Blush, my spirit, in thy Fastness -
Blush, my unacknowledged clay -
Seven years of troth have taught thee
More than Wifehood every may!
Love that never leaped it's socket -
Trust intrenched in narrow pain -
Constancy thro' fire - awarded -
Anguish - bare of anodyne!
Burden - borne so far triumphant -
None suspect me of the crown,
For I wear the "Thorns" till Sunset -
Then - my Diadem put on.
Big my Secret but it's bandaged -
It will never get away
Till the Day it's Weary Keeper
Leads it through the Grave to thee.
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Scritta da: Silvana Stremiz
Proud of my broken heart, since thou didn't break it,
Proud of the pain I did not feel till thee,
Proud of my night, since thou with moons dost slake it,
Not to partake thy passion, my humility.
Thou can't not boast, like Jesus, drunken without companion
Was the strong cup of anguish brewed for the Nazarene
Thou can't not pierce tradition with the peerless puncture,
See! I usurped thy crucifix to honor mine!
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Scritta da: Silvana Stremiz
One crown that no one seeks
And yet the highest head
It's isolation coveted
It's stigma deified
While Pontius Pilate lives
In whatsoever hell
That coronation pierces him
He recollects it well.
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Scritta da: Silvana Stremiz
Oh, honey of an hour,
I never knew thy power,
Prohibit me
Till my minutest dower,
My unfrequented flower
Deserving be.
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Scritta da: Silvana Stremiz
No man saw awe, nor to his house
Admitted he a man
Though by his awful residence
Has human nature been -
Not deeming of his dread abode -
Till laboring to flee
A grasp on comprehension laid
Detained vitality.
Returning is a different route
The Spirit could not show
For breathing is the only work
To be enacted now.
"Am not consumed", old Moses wrote,
"Yet saw him face to face" -
That very physiognomy
I am convinced was this.
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Scritta da: Silvana Stremiz
My life closed twice before it's close;
It yet remains to see
If Immortality unveil
A third event to me,
So huge, so hopeless to conceive
As these that twice befell.
Parting is all we know of heaven,
And all we need of hell.
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