Poesie in lingua straniera


Scritta da: Silvana Stremiz
in Poesie (Poesie in lingua straniera)
Some, too fragile for winter winds
The thoughtful grave encloses -
Tenderly tucking them in from frost
Before their feet are cold -
Never the treasures in her nest
The cautious grave exposes,
Building where schoolboy dare not look,
And sportsman is not bold.

This covert have all the children
Early aged, and often cold,
Sparrow, unnoticed by the Father -
Lambs for whom time had not a fold.
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    Scritta da: Silvana Stremiz
    in Poesie (Poesie in lingua straniera)
    An altered look about the hills -
    A Tyrian light the village fills -
    A wider sunrise in the morn
    A deeper twilight on the lawn -
    A print of a vermillion foot -
    A purple finger on the slope
    A flippant fly upon the pane -
    A spider at his trade again -
    An added strut in Chanticleer -
    A flower expected everywhere
    An axe shrill singing in the woods
    Fern odors on untravelled roads
    All this and more I cannot tell
    A furtive look you know as well
    And Nicodemus' Mystery
    Receives it's annual reply
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      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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