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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)
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Scritta da: Silvana Stremiz
A single Screw of Flesh
Is all that pins the Soul
That stands for Deity, to Mine,
Upon my side the Veil -
Once witnessed of the Gauze -
It's name is put away
As far from mine, as if no plight
Had printed yesterday,

In tender - solemn Alphabet,
My eyes just turned to see,
When it was smuggled by my sight
Into Eternity -

More Hands - to hold - These are but Two -
One more new-mailed Nerve
Just granted, for the Peril's sake -
Some striding - Giant - Love -

So greater than the Gods can show,
They slink before the Clay,
That not for all their Heaven can boast
Will let it's Keepsake - go.
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    The lonesome for they know not What -
    The Eastern Exiles - be -
    Who strayed beyond the Amber line
    Some madder Holiday -
    And ever since - the purple Moat
    They strive to climb - in vain -
    As Birds - that tumble from the clouds
    Do fumble at the strain -

    The Blessed Ether - taught them -
    Some Transatlantic Morn -
    When Heaven - was too common - to miss -
    Too sure - to dote upon!
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      Read - Sweet - how others - strove -
      Till we - are stouter -
      What they - renounced -
      Till we - are less afraid -
      How many times they - bore the faithful witness -
      Till we - are helped -
      As if a Kingdom - cared!
      Read then - of faith -
      That shone above the fagot -
      Clear strains of Hymn
      The River could not drown -
      Brave names of Men -
      And Celestial Women -
      Passed out - of Record
      Into - Renown!
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        Good Night! Which put the Candle out?
        A jealous Zephyr - not a doubt -
        Ah, friend, you little knew
        How long at that celestial wick
        The Angels - labored diligent -
        Extinguished - now - for you!
        It might - have been the Light House spark -
        Some Sailor - rowing in the Dark -
        Had importuned to see!
        It might - have been the waning lamp
        That lit the Drummer from the Camp
        To purer Reveille!
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