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
Unto my Books - so good to turn -
Far ends of tired Days -
It half endears the Abstinence -
And Pain - is missed - in Praise -
As Flavors - cheer Retarded Guests
With Banquettings to be -
So Spices - stimulate the time
Till my small Library -

It may be Wilderness - without -
Far feet of failing Men -
But Holiday - excludes the night -
And it is Bells - within -

I thank these Kinsmen of the Shelf -
Their Countenances Kid
Enamor - in Prospective -
And satisfy - obtained.
Emily Dickinson
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    Scritta da: Silvana Stremiz
    Of Brussels - it was not -
    Of Kidderminster? Nay -
    The Winds did buy it of the Woods -
    Then - sell it unto me
    It was a gentle price -
    The poorest - could afford -
    It was within the frugal purse
    Of Beggar - or of Bird -

    Of small and spicy Breadths -
    In hue - a mellow Dun -
    Of Sunshine - and of Sere - Composed -
    But, principally - of Sun -

    The Wind - unrolled it fast -
    And spread it on the Ground -
    Upholsterer of the Pines - is He -
    Upholsterer - of the Pond.
    Emily Dickinson
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      Scritta da: Silvana Stremiz
      A still - Volcano - Life -
      That flickered in the night -
      When it was dark enough to do
      Without erasing sight -
      A quiet - Earthquake Style -
      Too subtle to suspect
      By natures this side Naples -
      The North cannot detect

      The Solemn - Torrid - Symbol -
      The lips that never lie -
      Whose hissing Corals part - and shut -
      And Cities - ooze away.
      Emily Dickinson
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        You know that Portrait in the Moon -
        So tell me Who 'tis like -
        The very Brow - the stooping eyes -
        A-fog for - Say - Whose Sake?
        The very Pattern of the Cheek -
        It varies - in the Chin -
        But - Ishmael - since we met - 'tis long -
        And fashions - intervene -

        When Moon's at full - 'Tis Thou - I say -
        My lips just hold the name -
        When crescent - Thou art worn - I note -
        But - there - the Golden Same -

        And when - Some Night - Bold - slashing Clouds
        Cut Thee away from Me -
        That's easier - than the other film
        That glazes Holiday.
        Emily Dickinson
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