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
The Angle of a Landscape -
That every time I wake -
Between my Curtain and the Wall
Upon an ample Crack -
Like a Venetian - waiting -
Accosts my open eye -
Is just a Bough of Apples -
Held slanting, in the Sky -

The Pattern of a Chimney -
The Forehead of a Hill -
Sometimes - a Vane's Forefinger -
But that's - Occasional -

The Seasons - shift - my Picture -
Upon my Emerald Bough,
I wake - to find no - Emeralds -
Then - Diamonds - which the Snow

From Polar Caskets - fetched me -
The Chimney - and the Hill -
And just the Steeple's finger -
These - never stir at all.
Emily Dickinson
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    I'm saying every day
    "If I should be a Queen, tomorrow" -
    I'd do this way -
    And so I deck, a little,
    If it be, I wake a Bourbon,
    None on me, bend supercilious -
    With "This was she -
    Begged in the Market place -

    Court is a stately place -
    I've heard men say -
    So I loop my apron, against the Majesty
    With bright Pins of Buttercup -
    That not too plain -
    Rank - overtake me -

    And perch my Tongue
    On Twigs of singing - rather high -
    But this, might be my brief Term
    To qualify -

    Put from my simple speech all plain word -
    Take other accents, as such I heard
    Though but for the Cricket - just,
    And but for the Bee -
    Not in all the Meadow -
    One accost me -

    Better to be ready -
    Than did next morn
    Meet me in Arragon -
    My old Gown - on -

    And the surprised Air
    Rustics - wear -
    Summoned - unexpectedly -
    To Exeter.
    Emily Dickinson
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      A precious - mouldering pleasure - 'tis -
      To meet an Antique Book -
      In just the Dress his Century wore -
      A privilege - I think -
      His venerable Hand to take -
      And warming in our own -
      A passage back - or two - to make -
      To Times when he - was young -

      His quaint opinions - to inspect -
      His thought to ascertain
      On Them[e]s concern our mutual mind -
      The Literature of Man -

      What interested Scholars - most -
      What Competitions ran -
      When Plato - was a Certainty -
      And Sophocles - a Man -

      When Sappho - was a living Girl -
      And Beatrice wore
      The Gown that Dante - deified -
      Facts Centuries before

      He traverses - familiar -
      As One should come to Town -
      And tell you all your Dreams - were true -
      He lived - where Dreams were born -

      His presence is Enchantment -
      You beg him not to go -
      Old Volume shake their Vellum Heads
      And tantalize - just so.
      Emily Dickinson
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