Scritta da: Silvana Stremiz
"Sown in dishonor"!
Ah! Indeed!
May this "dishonor" be?
If I were half so fine myself
I'd notice nobody!
"Sown in corruption"!
Not so fast!
Apostle is askew!
Corinthians 1. 15. narrates
A Circumstance or two!
Commenta
"Sown in dishonor"!
Ah! Indeed!
May this "dishonor" be?
If I were half so fine myself
I'd notice nobody!
"Sown in corruption"!
Not so fast!
Apostle is askew!
Corinthians 1. 15. narrates
A Circumstance or two!
Papa above!
Regard a Mouse
O'er powered by the Cat!
Reserve within thy kingdom
A "Mansion" for the Rat!
Snug in seraphic Cupboards
To nibble all the day,
While unsuspecting Cycles
Wheel solemnly away.
Like her the Saints retire,
In their Chapeaux of fire,
Martial as she!
Like her the Evenings steal
Purple and Cochineal
After the Day!
"Departed" - both - they say!
I. e., gathered away,
Not found,
Argues the Aster still -
Reasons the Daffodil
Profound!
A little East of Jordan,
Evangelists record,
A Gymnast and an Angel
Did wrestle long and hard -
Till morning touching mountain -
And Jacob, waxing strong,
The Angel begged permission
To Breakfast - to return -
Not so, said cunning Jacob!
"I will not let thee go
Except thou bless me" - Stranger!
The which acceded to -
Light swung the silver fleeces
"Peniel" Hills beyond,
And the bewildered Gymnast
Found he had worsted God!
Delayed till she had ceased to know -
Delayed till in it's vest of snow
Her loving bosom lay -
An hour behind the fleeting breath -
Later by just an hour than Death -
Oh lagging Yesterday!
Could she have guessed that it w'd be -
Could but a crier of the joy
Have climbed the distant hill -
Had not the bliss so slow a pace
Who knows but this surrendered face
Were undefeated still?
Oh if there may departing be
Any forgot by Victory
In her imperial round -
Show them this meek apparreled thing
That could not stop to be a king -
Doubtful if it be crowned.
Per venerare i semplici giorni
che portano via le stagioni -
bisogna solo ricordare
che da te o da me,
possono prendere quell'inezia
detta mortalità!
Per ammantare l'esistenza di un'aria solenne -
bisogna solo ricordare
che la ghianda là
è l'uovo della foresta
per l'aria più in alto!
If I should cease to bring a Rose
Upon a festal day,
Twill be because beyond the Rose
I have been called away -
If I should cease to take the names
My buds commemorate -
Twill be because Death's finger
Clasps my murmuring lip.
If I should die -
And you should live -
And time sh'd gurgle on -
And morn sh'd beam -
And noon should burn -
As it has usual done -
If Birds should build as early
And Bees as bustling go -
One might depart at option
From enterprise below!
Tis sweet to know that stocks will stand
When we with Daisies lie -
That Commerce will continue -
And Trades as briskly fly -
It makes the parting tranquil
And keeps the soul serene -
That gentlemen so sprightly
Conduct the pleasing scene.
Taken from men - this morning -
Carried by men today -
Met by the Gods with banners -
Who marshalled her away -
One little maid - from playmates -
One little mind from school -
There must be guests in Eden -
All the rooms are full -
Far - as the East from Even -
Dim - as the border star -
Courtiers quaint, in Kingdoms
Our departed are.
Whether my bark went down at sea -
Whether she met with gales -
Whether to isles enchanted
She bent her docile sails -
By what mystic mooring
She is held today -
This is the errand of the eye
Out upon the Bay.