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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
Paura! Di chi ho paura?
Non della Morte - perché chi è Costei?
Il Portiere della casa di mio Padre
Allo stesso modo m'intimidisce!
Della Vita? Sarebbe strano ch'io temessi una cosa
Che è parte integrante di me
In una o due esistenze -
A seconda del caso -

Della Risurrezione? Ha l'Est
Paura di affidare al Mattino
La sua fronte schizzinosa?
Tanto varrebbe ricusare la mia Corona.
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    Scritta da: Silvana Stremiz
    Of nearness to her sundered Things
    The Soul has special times -
    When Dimness - looks the Oddity -
    Distinctness - easy - seems -
    The Shapes we buried, dwell about,
    Familiar, in the Rooms -
    Untarnished by the Sepulchre,
    The Mouldering Playmate comes -

    In just the Jacket that he wore -
    Long buttoned in the Mold
    Since we - old mornings, Children - played -
    Divided - by a world -

    The Grave yields back her Robberies -
    The Years, our pilfered Things -
    Bright Knots of Apparitions
    Salute us, with their wings -

    As we - it were - that perished -
    Themself - had just remained till we rejoin them -
    And 'twas they, and not ourself
    That mourned.
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      Scritta da: Silvana Stremiz
      The Trees like Tassels - hit - and swung -
      There seemed to rise a Tune
      From Miniature Creatures
      Accompanying the Sun -
      Far Psalteries of Summer -
      Enamoring the Ear
      They never yet did satisfy -
      Remotest - when most fair

      The Sun shone whole at intervals -
      Then Half - then utter hid -
      As if Himself were optional
      And had Estates of Cloud

      Sufficient to enfold Him
      Eternally from view -
      Except it were a whim of His
      To let the Orchards grow -

      A Bird sat careless on the fence -
      One gossipped in the Lane
      On silver matters charmed a Snake
      Just winding round a Stone -

      Bright Flowers slit a Calyx
      And soared upon a Stem
      Like Hindered Flags - Sweet hoisted -
      With Spices - in the Hem -

      'Twas more - I cannot mention -
      How mean - to those that see -
      Vandyke's Delineation
      Of Nature's - Summer Day!
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        Scritta da: Silvana Stremiz
        The Spider holds a Silver Ball
        In unperceived Hands -
        And dancing softly as He knits
        His Coil of Pearl - unwinds -
        He plies from Nought to Nought -
        In unsubstantial Trade -
        Supplants our Tapestries with His -
        In half the period -

        An Hour to rear supreme
        His Theories of Light -
        Then dangle from the Housewife's Broom -
        His Sophistries - forgot.
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