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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
It might be lonelier
Without the Loneliness -
I'm so accustomed to my Fate -
Perhaps the Other - Peace -
Would interrupt the Dark -
And crowd the little Room -
Too scant - by Cubits - to contain
The Sacrament - of Him -

I am not used to Hope -
It might intrude upon -
It's sweet parade - blaspheme the place -
Ordained to Suffering -

It might be easier
To fail - with Land in Sight -
Than gain - My Blue Peninsula -
To perish - of Delight.
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    The Winters are so short -
    I'm hardly justified
    In sending all the Birds away -
    And moving into Pod -
    Myself - for scarcely settled -
    The Phebes have begun -
    And then - it's time to strike my Tent -
    And open House - again -

    It's mostly, interruptions -
    My Summer - is despoiled -
    Because there was a Winter - once -
    And all the Cattle - starved -

    And so there was a Deluge -
    And swept the World away -
    But Ararat's a Legend - now -
    And no one credits Noah.
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      There is a flower that Bees prefer -
      And Butterflies - desire -
      To gain the Purple Democrat
      The Humming Bird - aspire -
      And Whatsoever Insect pass -
      A Honey bear away
      Proportioned to his several dearth
      And her - capacity -

      Her face be rounder than the Moon
      And ruddier than the Gown
      Or Orchis in the Pasture -
      Or Rhododendron - worn -

      She doth not wait for June -
      Before the World be Green -
      Her sturdy little Countenance
      Against the Wind - be seen -

      Contending with the Grass -
      Near Kinsman to Herself -
      For Privilege of Sod and Sun -
      Sweet Litigants for Life -

      And when the Hills be full -
      And newer fashions blow -
      Doth not retract a single spice
      For pang of jealousy -

      Her Public - be the Noon -
      Her Providence - the Sun -
      Her Progress - by the Bee - proclaimed -
      In sovereign - Swerveless Tune -

      The Bravest - of the Host -
      Surrendering - the last -
      Nor even of Defeat - aware -
      When cancelled by the Frost.
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