Poesie in lingua straniera

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We talked as Girls do -
Fond, and late -
We speculated fair, on every subject, but the Grave -
Of our's, none affair -
We handled Destinies, as cool -
As we - Disposers - be -
And God, a Quiet Party
To our authority -

But fondest, dwelt upon Ourself
As we eventual - be -
When Girls, to Women, softly raised
We - occupy - Degree -

We parted with a contract
To cherish, and to write
But Heaven made both, impossible
Before another night.

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I like to see it lap the Miles -
And lick the Valleys up -
And stop to feed itself at Tanks -
And then - prodigious step
Around a Pile of Mountains -
And supercilious peer
In Shanties - by the sides of Roads -
And then a Quarry pare

To fit it's sides
And crawl between
Complaining all the while
In horrid - hooting stanza -
Then chase itself down Hill -

And neigh like Boanerges -
Then - punctual as - a Star
Stop - docile and omnipotent
At it's own stable door.

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It ceased to hurt me, though so slow
I could not see the trouble go -
But only knew by looking back -
That something - had obscured the Track -
Nor when it altered, I could say,
For I had worn it, every day,
As constant as the Childish frock -
I hung upon the Peg, at night.

But not the Grief - that nestled Close
As Needles - ladies softly press
To Cushions Cheeks -
To keep their place -

Nor what consoled it, I could trace -
Except, whereas 'twas Wilderness -
It's better - almost Peace.

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A Toad, can die of Light -
Death is the Common Right
Of Toads and Men -
Of Earl and Midge
The privilege -
Why swagger, then?
The Gnat's supremacy is large as Thine -
Life - is Another Thing -
So measure Wine -
Naked of Flask - Naked of Cask -
Bare Rhine -
Which Ruby's mine?

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Inconceivably solemn!
Things so gay
Pierce - by the very Press
Of Imagery -
Their far Parades - order on the eye
With a mute Pomp -
A pleading Pageantry -

Flags, are a brave sight -
But no true Eye
Ever went by One -
Steadily -

Music's triumphant -
But a fine Ear
Winces with delight
Are Drums too near.

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I gave myself to Him -
And took Himself, for Pay,
The Solemn Contract of a Life
Was ratified, this way -
The Wealth might disappoint -
Myself a poorer prove
Than this great Purchaser suspect,
The Daily Own - of Love

Depreciate the Vision -
But till the Merchant buy -
How Fable - in the Isles of Spice -
The subtle Cargoes - lie -

At least - 'tis Mutual - Risk -
Some - found it - Mutual Gain -
Sweet Debt of Life - Each Night to owe -
Insolvent - every Noon.

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I had been hungry, all the Years -
My Noon had Come - to dine -
I trembling drew the Table near -
And touched the Curious Wine -
'Twas this on Tables I had seen -
When turning, hungry, Home
I looked in Windows, for the Wealth
I could not hope - for Mine -

I did not know the ample Bread -
'Twas so unlike the Crumb
The Birds and I, had often shared
In Nature's - Dining Room -

The Plenty hurt me - 'twas so new -
Myself felt ill - and odd -
As Berry - of a Mountain Bush -
Transplanted - to a Road -

Nor was I hungry - so I found
That Hunger - was a way
Of persons Outside Windows -
The entering - takes away.

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The Body grows without -
The more convenient way -
That if the Spirit - like to hide
It's Temple stands, always,
Ajar - secure - inviting -
It never did betray
The Soul that asked it's shelter
In solemn honesty.

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If I may have it, when it's dead,
I'll be contented - so -
If just as soon as Breath is out
It shall belong to me -
Until they lock it in the Grave,
'Tis Bliss I cannot weigh -
For tho' they lock Thee in the Grave,
Myself - can own the key -

Think of it Lover! I and Thee
Permitted - face to face to be -
After a Life - a Death - We'll say -
For Death was That -
And This - is Thee -

I'll tell Thee All - how Bald it grew -
How Midnight felt, at first - to me -
How all the Clocks stopped in the World -
And Sunshine pinched me - 'Twas so cold -

Then how the Grief got sleepy - some -
As if my Soul were deaf and dumb -
Just making signs - it seemed - to Thee -
That this way - thou could'st notice me -

I'll tell you how I tried to keep
A smile, to show you, when this Deep
All Waded - We look back for Play,
At those Old Times - in Calvary,

Forgive me, if the Grave come slow -
For eagerness to look at Thee -
Forgive me, if to stroke thy frost
Outvisions Paradise!

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I prayed, at first, a little Girl,
Because they told me to -
But stopped, when qualified to guess
How prayer would feel - to me -
If I believed God looked around,
Each time my Childish eye
Fixed full, and steady, on his own
In Childish honesty -

And told him what I'd like, today,
And parts of his far plan
That baffled me -
The mingled side
Of his Divinity -

And often since, in Danger,
I count the force 'twould be
To have a God so strong as that
To hold my life for me

Till I could Catch my Balance
That slips so easy, now,
It takes me all the while to poise -
And then - it does'nt stay -.