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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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I envy Seas, whereon He rides -
I envy Spokes of Wheels
Of Chariots, that Him convey -
I envy Crooked Hills
That gaze upon His journey -
How easy all can see
What is forbidden utterly
As Eden - unto me!

I envy Nests of Sparrows -
That dot His distant Eaves -
The wealthy Fly, upon His Pane -
The happy - happy Leaves -

That just abroad His Window
Have Summer's leave to play -
The Ear Rings of Pizarro
Could not obtain for me -

I envy Light - that wakes Him -
And Bells - that boldly ring
To tell Him it is Noon, abroad -
Myself - be Noon to Him -

Yet interdict - my Blossom -
And abrogate - my Bee -
Lest Noon in Everlasting Night -
Drop Gabriel - and Me.
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    He strained my faith -
    Did he find it supple?
    Shook my strong trust -
    Did it then - yield?
    Hurled my belief -
    But - did he shatter - it?
    Racked - with suspense -
    Not a nerve failed!

    Wrung me - with Anguish -
    But I never doubted him -
    [Or - Must be - I deserved - it -]
    Thò for what wrong
    He did never say -

    Stabbed - while I sued
    His sweet forgiveness -
    Jesus - it's your little "John"!
    Don't you know - me?
    [Why - Slay - Me?]
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      As far from pity, as complaint -
      As cool to speech - as stone -
      As numb to Revelation
      As if my Trade were Bone -
      As far from Time - as History -
      As near yourself - Today -
      As Children, to the Rainbow's scarf -
      Or Sunset's Yellow play

      To eyelids in the Sepulchre -
      How dumb the Dancer lies -
      While Color's Revelations break -
      And blaze - the Butterflies!
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        Your Riches - taught me - Poverty.
        Myself - a Millionaire
        In little Wealths, as Girls could boast -
        Till broad as Buenos Ayre -
        You drifted your Dominions -
        A Different Peru -
        And I esteemed All Poverty
        For Life's Estate with you -

        Of Mines, I little know - myself -
        But just the names, of Gems -
        The Colors of the Commonest -
        And scarce of Diadems -

        So much, that did I meet the Queen -
        Her Glory I should know -
        But this, must be a different Wealth -
        To miss it - beggars so -

        I'm sure 'tis India - all Day -
        To those who look on You -
        Without a stint - without a blame,
        Might I - but be the Jew -

        I'm sure it is Golconda -
        Beyond my power to deem -
        To have a smile for Mine - each Day,
        How better, than a Gem!

        At least, it solaces to know
        That there exists - a Gold -
        Altho' I prove it, just in time
        It's distance - to behold -

        It's far - far Treasure to surmise -
        And estimate the Pearl -
        That slipped my simple fingers through -
        While just a Girl at School.
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