Scritta da: Maresa Schembri
in Poesie (Poesie in lingua straniera)
Tu verdad? No, la Verdad,
y ven conmigo a buscarla.
La tuya, guàrdatela.
La tua verità? No, la Verità,
e vieni con me a cercarla.
La tua, tienitela.
Commenta
Tu verdad? No, la Verdad,
y ven conmigo a buscarla.
La tuya, guàrdatela.
La tua verità? No, la Verità,
e vieni con me a cercarla.
La tua, tienitela.
It's thoughts - and just One Heart -
And Old Sunshine - about -
Make frugal - Ones - Content -
And two or three - for Company -
Upon a Holiday -
Crowded - as Sacrament -
Books - when the Unit -
Spare the Tenant - long enò -
A Picture - if it Care -
Itself - a Gallery too rare -
For needing more -
Flowers - to keep the Eyes - from going awkward -
When it snows -
A Bird - if they - prefer -
Though Winter fire - sing clear as Plover -
To our - ear -
A Landscape - not so great
To suffocate the Eye -
A Hill - perhaps -
Perhaps - the profile of a Mill
Turned by the Wind -
Tho' such - are luxuries -
It's thoughts - and just two Heart -
And Heaven - about -
At least - a Counterfeit -
We would not have Correct -
And Immortality - can be almost -
Not quite - Content.
Going to Him! Happy letter!
Tell Him -
Tell Him the page I did'nt write -
Tell Him - I only said the Syntax -
And left the Verb and the pronoun - out -
Tell Him just how the fingers hurried -
Then - how they waded - slow - slow -
And then you wished you had eyes in your pages -
So you could see what moved them so -
Tell Him - it was'nt a Practised Writer -
You guessed - from the way the sentence toiled -
You could hear the Boddice tug, behind you -
As if it held but the might of a child -
You almost pitied it - you - it worked so -
Tell Him - No - you may quibble there -
For it would split His Heart, to know it -
And then you and I, were silenter.
Tell Him - Night finished - before we finished -
And the Old Clock kept neighing "Day"!
And you - got sleepy -
And begged to be ended -
What could it hinder so - to say?
Tell Him - just how she sealed you - Cautious!
But - if He ask where you are hid
Until tomorrow - Happy letter!
Gesture Coquette - and shake your Head!
The World - stands - solemner - to me -
Since I was wed - to Him -
A modesty - befits the soul
That bears another's - name -
A doubt - if it be fair - indeed -
To wear that perfect - pearl -
The Man - upon the Woman - binds -
To clasp her soul - for all -
A prayer, that it more angel - prove -
A Whiter Gift - within -
To that munificence, that chose -
So unadorned - a Queen -
A Gratitude - that such be true -
It had esteemed the Dream -
Too beautiful - for Shape to prove -
Or posture - to redeem!
Civilization - spurns - the Leopard!
Was the Leopard - bold?
Deserts - never rebuked her Satin -
Ethiop - her Gold -
Tawny - her Customs -
She was Conscious -
Spotted - her Dun Gown -
This was the Leopard's nature - Signor -
Need - a keeper - frown?
Pity - the Pard - that left her Asia -
Memories - of Palm -
Cannot be stifled - with Narcotic -
Nor suppressed - with Balm.
While it is alive
Until Death touches it
While it and I lap one Air
Dwell in one Blood
Under one Sacrament
Show me Division can split or pare -
Love is like Life - merely longer
Love is like Death, during the Grave
Love is the Fellow of the Resurrection
Scooping up the Dust and chanting "Live".
To One denied the drink
To tell what Water is
Would be acuter, would it not
Than letting Him surmise?
To lead Him to the Well
And let Him hear it drip
Remind Him, would it not, somewhat
Of His condemned lip.
We pray - to Heaven -
We prate - of Heaven -
Relate - when Neighbors die -
At what o'clock to Heaven - they fled -
Who saw them - Wherefore fly?
Is Heaven a Place - a Sky - a Tree?
Location's narrow way is for Ourselves -
Unto the Dead
There's no Geography -
But State - Endowal - Focus -
Where - Omnipresence - fly?
Myself was formed - a Carpenter -
An unpretending time
My Plane - and I, together wrought
Before a Builder came -
To measure our attainments -
Had we the Art of Boards
Sufficiently developed - He'd hire us
At Halves -
My Tools took Human - Faces -
The Bench, where we had toiled -
Against the Man - persuaded -
We - Temples build - I said.
You love the Lord - you cannot see -
You write Him - every day -
A little note - when you awake -
And further in the Day,
An Ample Letter - How you miss -
And would delight to see -
But then His House - is but a Step -
And mine's - in Heaven - You see.