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Poesie in lingua straniera


Scritta da: Silvana Stremiz
in Poesie (Poesie in lingua straniera)
Pigmy seraphs - gone astray -
Velvet people from Vevay -
Belles from some lost summer day -
Bees exclusive Coterie -
Paris could not lay the fold
Belted down with emerald -
Venice could not show a check
Of a tint so lustrous meek -
Never such an ambuscade
As of briar and leaf displayed
For my little damask maid -

I had rather wear her grace
Than an Earl's distinguished face -
I had rather dwell like her
Than be "Duke of Exeter" -
Royalty enough for me
To subdue the Bumblebee
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    Scritta da: Silvana Stremiz
    in Poesie (Poesie in lingua straniera)
    Flowers - Well - if anybody
    Can the extasy define -
    Half a transport - half a trouble -
    With which flowers humble men:
    Anybody find the fountain
    From which floods so contra flow -
    I will give him all the Daisies
    Which upon the hillside blow.
    Too much pathos in their faces
    For a simple breast like mine -
    Butterflies from St Domingo
    Cruising round the purple line -
    Have a system of aesthetics -
    Far superior to mine.
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      Scritta da: Silvana Stremiz
      in Poesie (Poesie in lingua straniera)
      Sic transit gloria mundi,"
      "How doth the busy bee,"
      "Dum vivimus vivamus,"
      I stay mine enemy!
      Oh "veni, vidi, vici!"
      Oh caput cap-a-pie!
      And oh "memento mori"
      When I am far from thee!

      Hurrah for Peter Parley!
      Hurrah for Daniel Boon!
      Three cheers, sir, for the gentleman
      Who first observed the moon!

      Peter, put up the sunshine;
      Pattie, arrange the stars;
      Tell Luna, tea is waiting,
      And call your brother Mars!

      Put down the apple, Adam,
      And come away with me,
      So shalt thou have a pippin
      From off my father's tree!

      I climb the "Hill of Science,"
      I "view the landscape o'er;"
      Such transcendental prospect,
      I ne'er beheld before!

      Unto the Legislature
      My country bids me go;
      I'll take my india rubbers,
      In case the wind should blow!

      During my education,
      It was announced to me
      That gravitation, stumbling,
      Fell from an apple tree!

      The earth upon an axis
      Was once supposed to turn,
      By way of a gymnastic
      In honor of the sun!

      It was the brave Columbus,
      A sailing o'er the tide,
      Who notified the nations
      Of where I would reside!

      Mortality is fatal -
      Gentility is fine,
      Rascality, heroic,
      Insolvency, sublime!

      Our Fathers being weary,
      Laid down on Bunker Hill;
      And tho' full many a morning,
      Yet they are sleeping still, -

      The trumpet, sir, shall wake them,
      In dreams I see them rise,
      Each with a solemn musket
      A marching to the skies!

      A coward will remain, Sir,
      Until the fight is done;
      But an immortal hero
      Will take his hat, and run!

      Good bye, Sir, I am going;
      My country calleth me;
      Allow me, Sir, at parting,
      To wipe my weeping e'e.

      In token of our friendship
      Accept this "Bonnie Doon,"
      And when the hand that plucked it
      Hath passed beyond the moon,

      The memory of my ashes
      Will consolation be;
      Then, farewell, Tuscarora,
      And farewell, Sir, to thee!
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        Scritta da: Silvana Stremiz
        in Poesie (Poesie in lingua straniera)
        I have a Bird in spring
        Which for myself doth sing -
        The spring decoys.
        And as the summer nears -
        And as the Rose appears,
        Robin is gone.

        Yet do I not repine
        Knowing that Bird of mine
        Though flown -
        Learneth beyond the sea
        Melody new for me
        And will return.

        Fast in a safer hand
        Held in a truer Land
        Are mine -
        And though they now depart,
        Tell I my doubting heart
        They're thine.

        In a serener Bright,
        In a more golden light
        I see
        Each little doubt and fear,
        Each little discord here
        Removed.

        Then will I not repine,
        Knowing that Bird of mine
        Though flown
        Shall in a distant tree
        Bright melody for me
        Return.
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