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
As Watchers hang upon the East -
As Beggars revel at a feast
By savory fancy spread -
As Brooks in Deserts, babble sweet
On Ear too far for the delight -
Heaven beguiles the tired.
As that same Watcher, when the East
Opens the lid of Amethyst
And lets the morning go -
That Beggar, when an honored Guest -
Those thirsty lips to flagons pressed -
Heaven to us, if true.
Emily Dickinson
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    Scritta da: Silvana Stremiz
    I bring an unaccustomed wine
    To lips long parching
    Next to mine,
    And summon them to drink;
    Crackling with fever, they essay,
    I turn my brimming eyes away,
    And come next hour to look.

    The hands still hug the tardy glass -
    The lips I w'd have cooled, alas -
    Are so superfluous cold -

    I w'd as soon attempt to warm
    The bosoms where the frost has lain
    Ages beneath the mould -

    Some other thirsty there may be
    To whom this w'd have pointed me
    Had it remained to speak -

    And so I always bear the cup
    If, haply, mine may be the drop
    Some pilgrim thirst to slake -

    If, haply, any say to me
    "Unto the little, unto me,"
    When I at last awake -
    Emily Dickinson
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