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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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To fight aloud, is very brave -
But gallanter, I know
Who charge within the bosom
The Cavalry of Woe -
Who win, and nations do not see -
Who fall - and none observe -
Whose dying eyes, no Country
Regards with patriot love -

We trust, in plumed procession
For such, the Angels go -
Rank after Rank, with even feet -
And Uniforms of snow
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    She bore it till the simple veins
    Traced azure on her hand -
    Till pleading, round her quiet eyes
    The purple crayons stand.
    Till Daffodils had come and gone
    I cannot tell the sum,
    And then she ceased to bear it -
    And with the Saints sat down.

    No more her patient figure
    At twilight soft to meet -
    No more her timid bonnet
    Upon the village street -

    But crowns instead, and courtiers -
    And in the midst so fair,
    Whose but her shy - immortal face
    Of whom we're whispering here?
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      Scritta da: Silvana Stremiz
      For every Bird a nest -
      Wherefore in timid quest
      Some little Wren goes seeking round -
      Wherefore when boughs are free,
      Households in every tree,
      Pilgrim be found?

      Perhaps a home too high -
      Ah aristocracy!
      The little Wren desires -

      Perhaps of twig so fine -
      Of twine e'en superfine,
      Her pride aspires -

      The Lark is not ashamed
      To build upon the ground
      Her modest house -

      Yet who of all the throng
      Dancing around the sun
      Does so rejoice?
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        Some, too fragile for winter winds
        The thoughtful grave encloses -
        Tenderly tucking them in from frost
        Before their feet are cold -
        Never the treasures in her nest
        The cautious grave exposes,
        Building where schoolboy dare not look,
        And sportsman is not bold.

        This covert have all the children
        Early aged, and often cold,
        Sparrow, unnoticed by the Father -
        Lambs for whom time had not a fold.
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          Scritta da: Silvana Stremiz
          An altered look about the hills -
          A Tyrian light the village fills -
          A wider sunrise in the morn
          A deeper twilight on the lawn -
          A print of a vermillion foot -
          A purple finger on the slope
          A flippant fly upon the pane -
          A spider at his trade again -
          An added strut in Chanticleer -
          A flower expected everywhere
          An axe shrill singing in the woods
          Fern odors on untravelled roads
          All this and more I cannot tell
          A furtive look you know as well
          And Nicodemus' Mystery
          Receives it's annual reply
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