Foreign Language Poems


Posted by: Silvana Stremiz
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Forever honored be the Tree
Whose Apple Winterworn
Enticed to Breakfast from the Sky
Two Gabriels Yestermorn -
They registered in Nature's Book
As Robins - Sire and Son -
But Angels have that modest way
To screen them from Renown.
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    Posted by: Silvana Stremiz
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    To see her is a picture
    To hear her is a Tune
    To know her an intemperance
    As innocent as June
    By which to be undone
    Is dearer than Redemption -
    Which never to receive
    Makes mockery of melody
    It might have been to live.
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      Posted by: Silvana Stremiz
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      To see her is a Picture -
      To hear her is a Tune -
      To know her an Intemperance
      As innocent as June -
      To know her not - Affliction -
      To own her for a Friend
      A warmth as near as if the Sun
      Were shining in your Hand.
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        Posted by: Silvana Stremiz
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        Her Losses make our Gains ashamed.
        She bore Life's empty Pack
        As gallantly as if the East
        Were swinging at her Back -
        Life's empty Pack is heaviest,
        As every Porter knows -
        In vain to punish Honey -
        It only sweeter grows.
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          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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