Scritta da: Silvana Stremiz
in Poesie (Poesie in lingua straniera)
We lose - because we win -
Gamblers - recollecting which -
Toss their dice again.
Commenta
We lose - because we win -
Gamblers - recollecting which -
Toss their dice again.
Distrustful of the Gentian -
And just to turn away,
The fluttering of her fringes
Chid my perfidy -
Weary for my ——
I will singing go -
I shall not feel the sleet - then -
I shall not fear the snow.
Flees so the phantom meadow
Before the breathless Bee -
So bubble brooks in deserts
On ears that dying lie -
Burn so the evening spires
To eyes that Closing go -
Hangs so distant Heaven -
To a hand below
A sepal - petal - and a thorn
Upon a common summer's morn -
A flask of Dew - A Bee or two -
A Breeze - a caper in the trees -
And I'm a Rose!
Un sepalo, un petalo e una spina
In un comune mattino d'estate;
Un fiasco di rugiada, un'ape o due,
Una brezza,
Un frullo in mezzo agli alberi;
Ed io sono una rosa!
The Gentian weaves her fringes -
The Maple's loom is red -
My departing blossoms
Obviate parade.
A brief, but patient illness -
An hour to prepare -
And one below, this morning
Is where the angels are -
It was a short procession -
The Bobolink was there -
An aged Bee addressed us -
And then we knelt in prayer -
We trust that she was willing -
We ask that we may be -
Summer - Sister - Seraph!
Let us go with thee!
In the name of the Bee -
And of the Butterfly -
And of the Breeze - Amen!
Baffled for just a day or two -
Embarrassed - not afraid -
Encounter in my garden
An unexpected Maid!
She beckons, and the Woods start -
She nods, and all begin -
Surely, such a country
I was never in
Adrift! A little boat adrift!
And night is coming down!
Will no one guide a little boat
Unto the nearest town?
So sailors say - on yesterday -
Just as the dusk was brown
One little boat gave up it's strife
And gurgled down and down.
So angels say - on yesterday -
Just as the dawn was red
One little boat - o'erspent with gales -
Retrimmed it's masts - redecked it's sails -
And shot - exultant on!
If those I loved were lost
The Crier's voice w'd tell me -
If those I loved were found
The bells of Ghent w'd ring -
Did those I loved repose
The Daisy would impel me.
Philip - when bewildered
Bore his riddle in!
So has a Daisy vanished
From the fields today -
So tiptoed many a slipper
To Paradise away -
Oozed so, in crimson bubbles
Day's departing tide -
Blooming - tripping - flowing -
Are ye then with God
Morns like these - we parted -
Noons like these - she rose -
Fluttering first - then firmer
To her fair repose.
Never did she lisp it -
It was not for me -
She - was mute from transport -
I - from agony -
Till - the evening nearing
One the curtains drew -
Quick! A sharper rustling!
And this linnet flew
It's all I have to bring today -
This, and my heart beside -
This, and my heart, and all the fields -
And all the meadows wide -
Be sure you count - sh'd I forget
Some one the sum could tell -
This, and my heart, and all the Bees
Which in the Clover dwell.