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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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He gave away his Life -
To Us - Gigantic Sum -
A trifle - in his own esteem -
But magnified - by Fame -
Until it burst the Hearts
That fancied they could hold -
When swift it slipped it's limit -
And on the Heavens - unrolled -

'Tis Ours - to wince - and weep -
And wonder - and decay
By Blossoms gradual process -
He chose - Maturity -

And quickening - as we sowed -
Just obviated Bud -
And when We turned to note the Growth -
Broke - perfect - from the Pod.
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    A Dying Tiger - moaned for Drink -
    I hunted all the Sand -
    I caught the Dripping of a Rock
    And bore it in my Hand -
    His Mighty Balls - in death were thick -
    But searching - I could see
    A Vision on the Retina
    Of Water - and of me -

    'Twas not my blame - who sped too slow -
    'Twas not his blame - who died
    While I was reaching him -
    But 'twas - the fact that He was dead.
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      One Anguish - in a Crowd -
      A minor thing - it sounds -
      And yet, unto the single Doe
      Attempted - of the Hounds
      'Tis Terror as consummate
      As Legions of Alarm
      Did leap, full flanked, upon the Host -
      'Tis Units - make the Swarm -

      A small Leech - on the Vitals -
      The sliver, in the Lung -
      A leakage in an Artery -
      Are scarce accounted - Harms -

      But mighty - by relation
      To that Repealless thing -
      A Being - impotent to stop -
      When once it has begun.
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        My period had come for Prayer -
        No other Art - would do -
        My Tactics missed a rudiment -
        Creator - Was it you?
        God grows above - so those who pray
        Horizons - must ascend -
        And so I stepped upon the North
        To see this Curious Friend -

        His House was not - no sign had He -
        By Chimney - nor by Door
        Could I infer his Residence -
        Vast Prairies of Air

        Unbroken by a Settler -
        Were all that I could see -
        Infinitude - Had'st Thou no Face
        That I might look on Thee?

        The Silence condescended -
        Creation stopped - for Me -
        But awed beyond my errand -
        I worshipped - did not "pray".
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