Tu troverai - quando sperimenterai la morte - Più facile lasciarsi andare - Rammentando coloro che se ne andarono - Non potresti farne a meno - lo sai. E anche se i loro posti in qualche modo furono riempiti - Come si riempirono i loro nomi di Marmo Con il Muschio - non divennero mai così pieni - Da farti scegliere i nomi più nuovi -
E quando questo Mondo - indietreggia sempre più - Come i Morenti - dicono che faccia - Il primo amore - più distintamente risalta - E soppianta quello recente -
E il Pensiero di loro - così bello attrae - Sembra una Grazia troppo volgare Restare indietro - solo con i Balocchi Che comprammo - per mitigare quel loro posto.
L'Av Mari: chi è a cà di eter vaga vi an degh megga par vò cumpèr ch'a psi stèr in fen ch'av pèr. Mo se mé a foss vgnò in cà vostra come vo a si vgnò in cà mi al srev un pez ch'a sré andè vi!
L'è incantevul al silensi di toe oc intant ch'el ciel l'arviv al respir dla matina. L'aria inturn'al coer l'è invisibila cm'en prufeum pena fiurì ma l'as cnos cm'en vul sparpagnà ad nuoli celesti.
Lentament a vedi rinverdir i nostar gest fat ad lusz incora neuva
cme cal dè
c'as siom arcurdà ad vardaras intant ch'el sul fastand al sa spusava.
No Notice gave She, but a Change - No Message, but a Sigh - For Whom, the Time did not suffice That She should specify. She was not warm, though Summer shone Nor scrupulous of cold Though Rime by Rime, the steady Frost Upon Her Bosom piled -
Of shrinking ways - she did not fright Though all the Village looked - But held Her gravity aloft - And met the gaze - direct -
And when adjusted like a Seed In careful fitted Ground Unto the Everlasting Spring And hindered but a Mound
Her Warm return, if so she chose - And We - imploring drew - Removed our invitation by As Some She never knew.
Who Court obtain within Himself Sees every Man a King - And Poverty of Monarchy Is an interior thing - No Man depose Whom Fate Ordain - And Who can add a Crown To Him who doth continual Conspire against His Own.
Time feels so vast that were it not For an Eternity - I fear me this Circumference Engross my Finity - To His exclusion, who prepare By Processes of Size For the Stupendous Vision Of his Diameters.
I play at Riches - to appease The Clamoring for Gold - It kept me from a Thief, I think, For often, overbold With Want, and Opportunity - I could have done a Sin And been Myself that easy Thing An independent Man -
But often as my lot displays Too hungry to be borne I deem Myself what I would be - And novel Comforting
My Poverty and I derive - We question if the Man - Who own - Esteem the Opulence - As We - Who never Can -
Should ever these exploring Hands Chance Sovreign on a Mine - Or in the long - uneven term To win, become their turn -
How fitter they will be - for Want - Enlightening so well - I know not which, Desire, or Grant - Be wholly beautiful.
I watched the Moon around the House Until upon a Pane - She stopped - a Traveller's privilege - for Rest - And there upon I gazed - as at a Stranger - The Lady in the Town Doth think no incivility To lift her Glass - upon -
But never Stranger justified The Curiosity Like Mine - for not a Foot - nor Hand - Nor Formula - had she -
But like a Head - a Guillotine Slid carelessly away - Did independent, Amber - Sustain her in the sky -
Or like a Stemless Flower - Upheld in rolling Air By finer Gravitations - Than bind Philosopher -
No Hunger - had she - nor an Inn - Her Toilette - to suffice - Nor Avocation - nor Concern For little Mysteries
As harass us - like Life - and Death - And Afterwards - or Nay - But seemed engrossed to Absolute - With Shining - and the Sky -
The privilege to scrutinize Was scarce upon my Eyes When, with a Silver practise - She vaulted out of Gaze -
And next - I met her on a Cloud - Myself too far below To follow her superior Road - Or it's advantage - Blue.
They called me to the Window, for " 'Twas Sunset" - Some one said - I only saw a Sapphire Farm - And just a Single Herd - Of Opal Cattle - feeding far Upon so vain a Hill - As even while I looked - dissolved - Nor Cattle were - nor Soil -
But in their Room - a Sea - displayed - And Ships - of such a size As Crew of Mountains - could afford - And Decks - to seat the Skies -
This - too - the Showman rubbed away - And when I looked again - Nor Farm - nor Opal Herd - was there - Nor Mediterranean.