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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.

Scritta da: Silvana Stremiz
There's a certain Slant of light,
Winter Afternoons -
That oppresses, like the Heft
Of Cathedral Tunes -
Heavenly Hurt, it gives us -
We can find no scar,
But internal difference,
Where the Meanings, are -

None may teach it - Any -
'Tis the Seal Despair -
An imperial affliction
Sent us of the Air -

When it comes, the Landscape listens -
Shadows - hold their breath -
When it goes, 'tis like the Distance
On the look of Death.
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    Scritta da: Silvana Stremiz
    Delight is as the flight -
    Or in the Ratio of it,
    As the Schools would say -
    The Rainbow's way -
    A Skein
    Flung colored, after Rain,
    Would suit as bright,
    Except that flight
    Were Aliment -
    "If it would last"
    I asked the East,
    When that Bent Stripe
    Struck up my childish
    Firmament -
    And I, for glee,
    Took Rainbows, as the common way,
    And empty Skies
    The Eccentricity -

    And so with Lives -
    And so with Butterflies -
    Seen magic - through the fright
    That they will cheat the sight -
    And Dower latitudes far on -
    Some sudden morn -
    Our portion - in the fashion -
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      If I'm lost - now -
      That I was found -
      Shall still my transport be -
      That once - on me - those Jasper Gates
      Blazed open - suddenly -
      That in my awkward - gazing - face -
      The Angels - softly peered -
      And touched me with their fleeces,
      Almost as if they cared -
      I'm banished - now - you know it -
      How foreign that can be -
      You'll know - Sir - when the Savior's face
      Turns so - away from you.
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        To die - takes just a little while -
        They say it doesn't hurt -
        It's only fainter - by degrees -
        And then - it's out of sight -
        A darker Ribbon - for a Day -
        A Crape upon the Hat -
        And then the pretty sunshine comes -
        And helps us to forget -

        The absent - mystic - creature -
        That but for love of us -
        Had gone to sleep - that soundest time -
        Without the weariness.
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          Hope is the thing with feathers -
          That perches in the soul -
          And sings the tune without the words -
          And never stops - at all -
          And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
          And sore must be the storm -
          That could abash the little Bird
          That kept so many warm -

          I've heard it in the chillest land -
          And on the strangest Sea -
          Yet, never, in Extremity,
          It asked a crumb - of Me.
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