Scritta da: Silvana Stremiz
Me, change! Me, alter!
Then I will, when on the Everlasting Hill
A Smaller Purple grows -
At sunset, or a lesser glow
Flickers upon Cordillera -
At Day's superior close!
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Scritta da: Silvana Stremiz
Did we disobey Him?
Just one time!
Charged us to forget Him -
But we could'nt learn!
Were Himself - such a Dunce -
What would we - do?
Love the dull lad - best -
Oh, wouldn't you.
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This - is the land - the Sunset washes -
These - are the Banks of the Yellow Sea -
Where it rose - or whither it rushes -
These - are the Western Mystery!
Night after Night
Her purple traffic
Strews the landing with Opal Bales -
Merchantmen - poise upon Horizons -
Dip - and vanish like Orioles!
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Where Ships of Purple - gently toss -
On Seas of Daffodil -
Fantastic Sailors - mingle -
And then - the Wharf is still!
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A Weight with Needles on the pounds -
To push, and pierce, besides -
That if the Flesh resist the Heft -
The puncture - coolly tries -
That not a pore be overlooked
Of all this Compound Frame -
As manifold for Anguish -
As Species - be - for name.
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A single Screw of Flesh
Is all that pins the Soul
That stands for Deity, to Mine,
Upon my side the Veil -
Once witnessed of the Gauze -
It's name is put away
As far from mine, as if no plight
Had printed yesterday,
In tender - solemn Alphabet,
My eyes just turned to see,
When it was smuggled by my sight
Into Eternity -
More Hands - to hold - These are but Two -
One more new-mailed Nerve
Just granted, for the Peril's sake -
Some striding - Giant - Love -
So greater than the Gods can show,
They slink before the Clay,
That not for all their Heaven can boast
Will let it's Keepsake - go.
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The lonesome for they know not What -
The Eastern Exiles - be -
Who strayed beyond the Amber line
Some madder Holiday -
And ever since - the purple Moat
They strive to climb - in vain -
As Birds - that tumble from the clouds
Do fumble at the strain -
The Blessed Ether - taught them -
Some Transatlantic Morn -
When Heaven - was too common - to miss -
Too sure - to dote upon!
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Put up my lute!
What of - my Music!
Since the sole ear I cared to charm -
Passive - as Granite - laps My Music -
Sobbing - will suit - as well as psalm!
Would but the "Memnon" of the Desert -
Teach me the strain
That vanquished Him -
When He - surrendered to the Sunrise -
Maybe - that - would awaken - them!
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Read - Sweet - how others - strove -
Till we - are stouter -
What they - renounced -
Till we - are less afraid -
How many times they - bore the faithful witness -
Till we - are helped -
As if a Kingdom - cared!
Read then - of faith -
That shone above the fagot -
Clear strains of Hymn
The River could not drown -
Brave names of Men -
And Celestial Women -
Passed out - of Record
Into - Renown!
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Good Night! Which put the Candle out?
A jealous Zephyr - not a doubt -
Ah, friend, you little knew
How long at that celestial wick
The Angels - labored diligent -
Extinguished - now - for you!
It might - have been the Light House spark -
Some Sailor - rowing in the Dark -
Had importuned to see!
It might - have been the waning lamp
That lit the Drummer from the Camp
To purer Reveille!
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