Foreign Language Poems


Posted by: Silvana Stremiz
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As every flower fades and as all youth
Departs, so life at every stage,
So every virtue, so our grasp of truth,
Blooms in its day and may not last forever.
Since life may summon us at every age
Be ready, heart, for parting, new endeavor,
Be ready bravely and without remorse
To find new light that old ties cannot give.
In all beginnings dwells a magic force
For guarding us and helping us to live.
Serenely let us move to distant places
And let no sentiments of home detain us.
The Cosmic Spirit seeks not to restrain us
But lifts us stage by stage to wider spaces.
If we accept a home of our own making,
Familiar habit makes for indolence.
We must prepare for parting and leave-taking
Or else remain the slave of permanence.
Even the hour of our death may send
Us speeding on to fresh and newer spaces,
And life may summon us to newer races.
So be it, heart: bid farewell without end.
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    Posted by: Silvana Stremiz
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    Poets to come! Orators, singers, musicians to come!
    Not to-day is to justify me and answer what I am for,
    but you, a new brood, native, athletic, continental, greater than before known,
    Arouse! For you must justify me.
    I myself but write one or two indicative words for the future,
    I but advance a moment only to wheel and hurry back in the darkness,
    I am a man who, sauntering along without fully stopping, turns a casual look upon you
    And then averts his face,
    Leaving it to you to prove and define it,
    Expecting the main things from you.
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      Posted by: Silvana Stremiz
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      Demons and Wonders
      Winds and Tides
      Yet in the distance the sea has withdrawn
      Demons and Wonders
      Winds and Tides
      And you
      Like a seaweed the wind gently caresses
      In the sands of your bed you're
      moving dreaming
      Demons and Wonders
      Winds and Tides
      Yet in the distance the sea has withdrawn
      But in your half-opened eyes
      Two small waves staid
      Demons and Wonders
      Winds and Tides
      Two small waves to drown myself.
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        Posted by: Silvana Stremiz
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        Endow the Living - with the Tears -
        You squander on the Dead,
        And They were Men and Women - now,
        Around Your Fireside -
        Instead of Passive Creatures,
        Denied the Cherishing
        Till They - the Cherishing deny -
        With Death's Etherial Scorn.
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          Posted by: Maresa Schembri
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          The bull does not know you, nor the fig tree,
          nor the horses, nor the ants in your own house.
          The child and the afternoon do not know you
          because you have died for ever.
          The back of the stone does not know you,
          nor the black stain in which you crumble.
          Your silent memory does not know you
          because you have died for ever.
          The autumn will come with small white snails,
          misty grapes and with clustered hills,
          but no one will look into your eyes
          because you have died for ever.
          Because you have died for ever,
          like all the death of the Earth,
          like all the dead who are forgotten
          in a heap of lifeless dogs.
          Nobody knows you. No. But I sing of you.
          For posterity I sing of your profile and grace.
          Of the signal maturity of your understanding.
          Of your appetite for death and the taste of its mouth.
          Of the sadness of your once valient gaiety.
          It will be a long time, if ever, before there is born
          an Andalusian so true, so rich in adventure.
          I sing of his elegance with words that groan,
          and I remember a sad breeze through the olive trees.
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            Posted by: Silvana Stremiz
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            We do not play on Graves -
            Because there is'nt Room -
            Besides - it isn't even - it slants
            And People come -
            And put a Flower on it -
            And hang their faces so -
            We're fearing that their Hearts will drop -
            And crush our pretty play -
            And so we move as far
            As Enemies - away -
            Just looking round to see how far
            It is - Occasionally.
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              Posted by: Silvana Stremiz
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              Tie the Strings to my Life, My Lord,
              Then, I am ready to go!
              Just a look at the Horses -
              Rapid! That will do!
              Put me in on the firmest side -
              So I shall never fall -
              For we must ride to the Judgment -
              And it's partly, down Hill -
              But never I mind the steepest -
              And never I mind the Sea -
              Held fast in Everlasting Race -
              By my own Choice, and Thee -
              Goodbye to the Life I used to live -
              And the World I used to know -
              And kiss the Hills, for me, just once -
              Now - I am ready to go!
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                Posted by: Silvana Stremiz
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                The Brain - is wider than the Sky -
                For - put them side by side -
                The one the other will contain
                With ease - and You - beside -
                The Brain is deeper than the sea -
                For - hold them - Blue to Blue -
                The one the other will absorb -
                As Sponges - Buckets - do -
                The Brain is just the weight of God -
                For - Heft them - Pound for Pound -
                And they will differ - if they do -
                As Syllable from Sound.
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                  Posted by: Silvana Stremiz
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                  Some Rainbow - coming from the Fair!
                  Some Vision of the World Cashmere -
                  I confidently see!
                  Or else a Peacock's purple Train
                  Feather by feather - on the plain
                  Fritters itself away!
                  The dreamy Butterflies bestir!
                  Lethargic pools resume the whirr
                  Of last year's sundered tune!
                  From some old Fortress on the Sun
                  Baronial Bees - march - one by one -
                  In murmuring platoon!
                  The Robins stand as thick today
                  As flakes of snow stood yesterday -
                  On fence - and Roof - and Twig!
                  The Orchis binds her feather on
                  For her old lover - Don the Sun!
                  Revisiting the Bog!
                  Without Commander! Countless! Still!
                  The Regiments of Wood and Hill
                  In bright detachment stand!
                  Behold! Whose Multitudes are these?
                  The children of whose turbaned seas -
                  Or what Circassian Land?
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