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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
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.
Il Cervello - è più esteso del Cielo -
Perché - mettili fianco a fianco -
L'uno l'altro conterrà
Con facilità - e Te - in aggiunta -
Il Cervello è più profondo del mare -
Perché - tienili - Azzurro contro Azzurro -
L'uno l'altro assorbirà -
Come le Spugne - i Secchi - assorbono -
Il Cervello ha giusto il peso di Dio -
Perché - Soppesali - Libbra per Libbra -
Ed essi differiranno - se differiranno -
Come la Sillaba dal Suono -
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    Scritta da: Silvana Stremiz
    Ourselves were wed one summer - dear -
    Your Vision - was in June -
    And when Your little Lifetime failed,
    I wearied - too - of mine -
    And overtaken in the Dark -
    Where You had put me down -
    By Some one carrying a Light -
    I - too - received the Sign.

    'Tis true - Our Futures different lay -
    Your Cottage - faced the sun -
    While Oceans - and the North did play -
    On every side of mine

    'Tis true, Your Garden led the Bloom,
    For mine - in Frosts - was sown -
    And yet, one Summer, we were Queens -
    But You - were crowned in June.
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      Scritta da: Silvana Stremiz
      The Lightning playeth - all the while -
      But when He singeth - then -
      Ourselves are conscious He exist -
      And we approach Him - stern -
      With Insulators - and a Glove -
      Whose short - sepulchral Bass
      Alarms us - tho' His Yellow feet
      May pass - and counterpass -

      Upon the Ropes - above our Head -
      Continual - with the News -
      Nor We so much as check our speech -
      Nor stop to cross Ourselves.
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