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Poesie di Emily Dickinson

Poetessa, nato venerdì 10 dicembre 1830 a Amherst, Massachusetts (Stati Uniti d'America), morto sabato 15 maggio 1886 a Amherst, Massachusetts (Stati Uniti d'America)
Questo autore lo trovi anche in Frasi & Aforismi e in Proverbi.

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What if I say I shall not wait!
What if I burst the fleshly Gate -
And pass escaped - to thee!
What if I file this Mortal - off -
See where it hurt me - That's enough -
And wade in Liberty!

They cannot take me - any more!
Dungeons can call - and Guns implore
Unmeaning - now - to me -

As laughter - was - an hour ago -
Or Laces - or a Travelling Show -
Or who died - yesterday!
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    Many a phrase has the English language -
    I have heard but one -
    Low as the laughter of the Cricket,
    Loud, as the Thunder's Tongue -
    Murmuring, like old Caspian Choirs,
    When the Tide's a' lull -
    Saying itself in new inflection -
    Like a Whippowil -

    Breaking in bright Orthography
    On my simple sleep -
    Thundering it's Prospective -
    Till I stir, and weep -

    Not for the Sorrow, done me -
    But the push of Joy -
    Say it again, Saxon!
    Hush - Only to me!
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      Doubt Me! My Dim Companion!
      Why, God, would be content
      With but a fraction of the Life -
      Poured thee, without a stint -
      The whole of me - forever -
      What more the Woman can,
      Say quick, that I may dower thee
      With last Delight I own!
      It cannot be my Spirit -
      For that was thine, before -
      I ceded all of Dust I knew -
      What Opulence the more
      Had I - a freckled Maiden,
      Whose farthest of Degree,
      Was - that she might -
      Some distant Heaven,
      Dwell timidly, with thee!

      Sift her, from Brow to Barefoot!
      Strain till your last Surmise -
      Drop, like a Tapestry, away,
      Before the Fire's Eyes -
      Winnow her finest fondness -
      But hallow just the snow
      Intact, in Everlasting flake -
      Oh, Caviler, for you!
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        Scritta da: Silvana Stremiz
        The only Ghost I ever saw
        Was dressed in Mechlin - so -
        He had no sandal on his foot -
        And stepped like flakes of snow -
        His Gait - was soundless, like a Bird -
        But rapid - like the Roe -
        His fashions, quaint, Mosaic -
        Or haply, Mistletoe -

        His conversation - seldom -
        His laughter, like the Breeze -
        That dies away in Dimples
        Among the pensive Trees -

        Our interview - was transient -
        Of me, himself was shy -
        And God forbid I look behind -
        Since that appalling Day!
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          He put the Belt around my life -
          I heard the Buckle snap -
          And turned away, imperial,
          My Lifetime folding up -
          Deliberate, as a Duke would do
          A Kingdom's Title Deed -
          Henceforth, a Dedicated sort -
          A Member of the Cloud.
          Yet not too far to come at call -
          And do the little Toils
          That make the Circuit of the Rest -
          And deal occasional smiles
          To lives that stoop to notice mine -
          And kindly ask it in -
          Whose invitation, know you not
          For Whom I must decline?
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