Foreign Language Poems


Posted by: Silvana Stremiz
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I groped for him before I knew
With solemn nameless need
All other bounty sudden chaff
For this foreshadowed Food
Which others taste and spurn and sneer -
Though I within suppose
That consecrated it could be
The only Food that grows.
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    Posted by: Silvana Stremiz
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    "Go tell it" - What a Message -
    To whom - is specified -
    Not murmur - not endearment -
    But simply - we obeyed -
    Obeyed - a Lure - a Longing?
    Oh Nature - none of this -
    To Law - said Sweet Thermopylae
    I give my dying Kiss.
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      Posted by: Silvana Stremiz
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      Oh sun light my heart
      Wind blow away my sorrows
      and my laments.
      I know no greater pleasure
      than to go to distant parts.
      Along the plain I follow my path, the sun
      must warm me, the sea must cool me,
      And so each day must find new friends,
      new brothers for me
      until all the forces may celebrate with delight
      and each star must
      my guest and friend and guest become.
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        Posted by: Silvana Stremiz
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        These held their Wick above the west -
        Till when the Red declined -
        Or how the Amber aided it -
        Defied to be defined -
        Then waned without disparagement
        In a dissembling Hue
        That would not let the Eye decide
        Did it abide or no.
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          Posted by: Silvana Stremiz
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          Long Years apart - can make no
          Breach a second cannot fill -
          The absence of the Witch does not
          Invalidate the spell -
          The embers of a Thousand Years
          Uncovered by the Hand
          That fondled them when they were Fire
          Will stir and understand.
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            Posted by: Silvana Stremiz
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            A Saucer holds a Cup
            In sordid human Life
            But in a Squirrel's estimate
            A Saucer holds a Loaf -
            A Table of a Tree
            Demands the little King
            And every Breeze that run along
            His Dining Room do swing -
            His Cutlery - he keeps
            Within his Russet Lips -
            To see it flashing when he dines
            Do Birmingham eclipse -
            Convicted - could we be
            Of our Minutiae
            The smallest Citizen that flies
            Is heartier than we.
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