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
One Sister have I in our house -
And one, a hedge away.
There's only one recorded,
But both belong to me.
One came the road that I came -
And wore my last year's gown -
The other, as a bird her nest,
Builded our hearts among.

She did not sing as we did -
It was a different tune -
Herself to her a music
As Bumble bee of June.

Today is far from Childhood -
But up and down the hills
I held her hand the tighter -
Which shortened all the miles -

And still her hum
The years among,
Deceives the Butterfly;
Still in her Eye
The Violets lie
Mouldered this many May.

I spilt the dew -
But took the morn;
I chose this single star
From out the wide night's numbers -
Sue - forevermore!
Emily Dickinson
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    Scritta da: Silvana Stremiz
    Sleep is supposed to be
    By souls of sanity -
    The shutting of the eye.
    Sleep is the station grand
    Down wh'on either hand -
    The Hosts of Witness stand!

    Morn is supposed to be
    By people of degree -
    The breaking of the Day!

    Morning has not occurred!

    That shall Aurora be
    East of Eternity!
    One with the banner gay,
    One in the red array -
    That is the break of Day!
    Emily Dickinson
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      Scritta da: Silvana Stremiz
      I never told the buried gold
      Upon the hill - that lies -
      I saw the sun - his plunder done
      Crouch low to guard his prize.
      He stood as near
      As stood you here -
      A pace had been between -
      Did but a snake bisect the brake
      My life had forfeit been.

      That was a wondrous booty -
      I hope 'twas honest gained.
      Those were the fairest ingots
      That ever kissed the spade!

      Whether to keep the secret -
      Whether to reveal -
      Whether as I ponder
      "Kidd" will sudden sail -

      Could a shrewd advise me
      We might e'en divide -
      Should a shrewd betray me -
      Atropos decide!
      Emily Dickinson
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        Scritta da: Silvana Stremiz
        My Wheel is in the dark!
        I cannot see a spoke
        Yet know it's dripping feet
        Go round and round.
        My foot is on the Tide!
        An unfrequented road -
        Yet have all roads
        A clearing at the end -

        Some have resigned the Loom -
        Some in the busy tomb
        Find quaint employ -

        Some with new - stately feet -
        Pass royal thro' the gate -
        Flinging the problem back
        At you and I!
        Emily Dickinson
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