Poesie inserite da Silvana Stremiz

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If Anybody's friend be dead
It's sharpest of the theme
The thinking how they walked alive -
At such and such a time -
Their costume, of a Sunday,
Some manner of the Hair -
A prank nobody knew but them
Lost, in the Sepulchre -

How warm, they were, on such a day,
You almost feel the date -
So short way off it seems -
And now - they're Centuries from that -

How pleased they were, at what you said!
You try to touch the smile
And dip your fingers in the frost -
When was it - Can you tell -

You asked the Company to tea -
Acquaintance - just a few -
And chatted close with this Grand Thing
That dont remember you -

Past Bows, and Invitations -
Past Interview, and Vow -
Past what Ourself can estimate -
That - makes the Quick of Woe.

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I'm ceded - I've stopped being Their's -
The name They dropped upon my face
With water, in the country church
Is finished using, now,
And They can put it with my Dolls,
My childhood, and the string of spools,
I've finished threading - too -
Baptized, before, without the choice,
But this time, consciously, of Grace -
Unto supremest name -
Called to my Full - The Crescent dropped -
Existence's whole Arc, filled up,
With one - small Diadem -

My second Rank - too small the first -
Crowned - whimpering - on my Father's breast -
A too unconscious Queen -
But this time - Adequate - Erect,
With power to choose,
Or to reject,
And I choose, just a Crown.

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She sights a Bird - she chuckles -
She flattens - then she crawls -
She runs without the look of feet -
Her eyes increase to Balls -
Her Mouth stirs - longing - hungry -
Her Teeth can hardly stand -
She leaps, but Robin leaped the first -
Ah, Pussy, of the Sand,

The Hopes so juicy ripening -
You almost bathed your Tongue -
When Bliss disclosed a hundred Wings -
And fled with every one.

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He touched me, so I live to know
That such a day, Accepted so -
I dwelt - upon his breast -
It was a boundless place to me
And silenced, as the awful Sea
Puts minor streams to rest.

And now, I'm different from before,
As if I breathed superior air -
Or brushed a Royal Gown -
My feet, too, that had wandered so -
My Gypsy face - transfigured now -
To tenderer Renown -

Into this Port, if I might come,
Rebecca, to Jerusalem,
Would not so ravished turn -
Nor Persian, baffled at her shrine
Lift such a Crucifixal sign
To her imperial Sun.

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He touched me, so I live to know
That such a day, Accepted so -
I dwelt - upon his breast -
It was a boundless place to me
And silenced, as the awful Sea
Puts minor streams to rest.

And now, I'm different from before,
As if I breathed superior air -
Or brushed a Royal Gown -
My feet, too, that had wandered so -
My Gypsy face - transfigured now -
To tenderer Renown -

Into this Port, if I might come.

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Would not paint - a picture -
I'd rather be the One
It's bright impossibility
To dwell - delicious - on -
And wonder how the fingers feel
Whose rare - celestial - stir -
Evokes so sweet a Torment -
Such sumptuous - Despair -
I would not talk, like Cornets -
I'd rather be the One
Raised softly to Horizons -
And out, and easy on -
Through Villages of Ether -
Myself upborne Balloon
By but a lip of Metal -
The pier to my Pontoon -

Nor would I be a Poet -
It's finer - own the Ear -
Enamored - impotent - content -
The License to revere,
A privilege so awful
What would the Dower be,
Had I the Art to stun myself
With Bolts - of Melody.

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Within my Garden, rides a Bird
Upon a single Wheel -
Whose spokes a dizzy Music make
As 'twere a travelling Mill -
He never stops, but slackens
Above the Ripest Rose -
Partakes without alighting
And praises as he goes,

Till every spice is tasted -
And then his Fairy Gig
Reels in remoter atmospheres -
And I rejoin my Dog,

And He and I, perplex us
If positive, 'twere we -
Or bore the Garden in the Brain
This Curiosity -

But He, the best Logician,
Refers my clumsy eye -
To just vibrating Blossoms!
An Exquisite Reply!

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Those fair - fictitious People -
The Women - plucked away
From our familiar Lifetime -
The Men of Ivory -
Those Boys and Girls, in Canvas -
Who stay upon the Wall
In Everlasting Keepsake -
Can Anybody tell?

We trust - in places perfecter -
Inheriting Delight
Beyond our faint Conjecture -
Our dizzy Estimate -

Remembering ourselves, we trust -
Yet Blesseder - than We -
Through Knowing - where We only hope -
Receiving - where we - pray -

Of Expectation - also -
Anticipating us
With transport, that would be a pain
Except for Holiness -

Esteeming us - as Exile -
Themself - admitted Home -
Through gentle Miracle of Death -
The Way ourself, must come.

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I envy Seas, whereon He rides -
I envy Spokes of Wheels
Of Chariots, that Him convey -
I envy Crooked Hills
That gaze upon His journey -
How easy all can see
What is forbidden utterly
As Eden - unto me!

I envy Nests of Sparrows -
That dot His distant Eaves -
The wealthy Fly, upon His Pane -
The happy - happy Leaves -

That just abroad His Window
Have Summer's leave to play -
The Ear Rings of Pizarro
Could not obtain for me -

I envy Light - that wakes Him -
And Bells - that boldly ring
To tell Him it is Noon, abroad -
Myself - be Noon to Him -

Yet interdict - my Blossom -
And abrogate - my Bee -
Lest Noon in Everlasting Night -
Drop Gabriel - and Me.

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He strained my faith -
Did he find it supple?
Shook my strong trust -
Did it then - yield?
Hurled my belief -
But - did he shatter - it?
Racked - with suspense -
Not a nerve failed!

Wrung me - with Anguish -
But I never doubted him -
[Or - Must be - I deserved - it -]
Thò for what wrong
He did never say -

Stabbed - while I sued
His sweet forgiveness -
Jesus - it's your little "John"!
Don't you know - me?
[Why - Slay - Me?]