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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
They shut me up in Prose -
As when a little Girl
They put me in the Closet -
Because they liked me "still" -
Still! Could themself have peeped -
And seen my Brain - go round -
They might as wise have lodged a Bird
For Treason - in the Pound -

Himself has but to will
And easy as a Star
Look down upon Captivity -
And laugh - No more have I.
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    It would have starved a Gnat -
    To live so small as I -
    And yet, I was a living child -
    With Food's necessity
    Upon me - like a Claw -
    I could no more remove
    Than I could modify a Leech -
    Or make a Dragon - move -

    Not like the Gnat - had I -
    The privilege to fly
    And seek a Dinner for myself -
    How mightier He - than I!

    Nor like Himself - the Art
    Upon the Window Pane
    To gad my little Being out -
    And not begin - again -
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      I see thee better - in the Dark -
      I do not need a Light -
      The Love of Thee - a Prism be -
      Excelling Violet -
      I see thee better for the Years
      That pile themselves - between -
      The Miner's Lamp - sufficient be -
      To nullify the Mine -

      And in the Grave - I see Thee best -
      It's little Panels be
      Aglow - All ruddy - with the Light
      I held so high, for Thee -

      What need of Day -
      To Those whose Dark - hath so - surpassing Sun -
      It deem it be - Continually -
      At the Meridian?
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        You'll find - it when you try to die -
        The Easier to let go -
        For recollecting such as went -
        You could not spare - you know.
        And though their places somewhat filled -
        As did their Marble names
        With Moss - they never grew so full -
        You chose the newer names -

        And when this World - sets further back -
        As Dying - say it does -
        The former love - distincter grows -
        And supersedes the fresh -

        And Thought of them - so fair invites -
        It looks too tawdry Grace
        To stay behind - with just the Toys
        We bought - to ease their place -
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          Years - had been - from Home -
          And now - before the Door -
          I dared not open - lest a face
          I never saw before
          Stare vacant into mine -
          And ask my Business there -
          My Business - just a Life I left -
          Was such - still dwelling there?

          I fumbled at my nerve -
          I scanned the Windows o'er -
          The Silence - like an Ocean rolled -
          And broke against my Ear -

          I laughed a Wooden laugh -
          That I - could fear a Door -
          Who Danger - and the Dead - had faced -
          But never shook - before -

          I fitted to the Latch - My Hand -
          With trembling Care
          Lest back the Awful Door should spring -
          And leave me - in the Floor -

          I moved my fingers off, as cautiously as Glass -
          And held my Ears - and like a Thief
          Stole - gasping - from the House -
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