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
Through lane it lay - thro' bramble -
Through clearing and thro' wood -
Banditti often passed us
Upon the lonely road.
The wolf came peering curious -
The Owl looked puzzled down -
The serpent's satin figure
Glid stealthily along,

The tempests touched our garments -
The lightning's poinards gleamed -
Fierce from the Crag above us
The hungry Vulture screamed -

The Satyrs fingers beckoned -
The Valley murmured "Come" -
These were the mates -
This was the road
These Children fluttered home.
Emily Dickinson
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    Scritta da: Silvana Stremiz
    There is a word
    Which bears a sword
    Can pierce an armed man -
    It hurls it's barbed syllables
    And is mute again -
    But where it fell
    The saved will tell
    On patriotic day,
    Some epauletted Brother
    Gave his breath away.
    Wherever runs the breathless sun -
    Wherever roams the day,
    There is it's noiseless onset -
    There is it's victory!
    Behold the keenest marksman!
    The most accomplished shot!
    Time's sublimest target
    Is a soul "forgot"!
    Emily Dickinson
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      Scritta da: Silvana Stremiz
      The feet of people walking home
      With gayer sandals go -
      The Crocus - till she rises
      The Vassal of the snow -
      The lips at Hallelujah
      Long years of practise bore
      Till bye and bye these Bargemen
      Walked singing on the shore.
      Pearls are the Diver's farthings
      Extorted from the sea -
      Pinions - the Seraph's wagon
      Pedestrian once - as we -
      Night is the morning's Canvas
      Larceny - legacy -
      Death, but our rapt attention
      To Immortality.

      My figures fail to tell me
      How far the village lies -
      Whose peasants are the angels -
      Whose Cantons dot the skies -
      My Classics vail their faces -
      My faith that Dark adores -
      Which from it's solemn abbeys
      Such resurrection pours
      Emily Dickinson
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        Scritta da: Silvana Stremiz
        There is a morn by men unseen -
        Whose maids upon remoter green
        Keep their seraphic May -
        And all day long, with dance and game,
        And gambol I may never name -
        Employ their holiday.
        Here to light measure, move the feet
        Which walk no more the village street -
        Nor by the wood are found -
        Here are the birds that sought the sun
        When last year's distaff idle hung
        And summer's brows were bound.

        Ne'er saw I such a wondrous scene -
        Ne'er such a ring on such a green -
        Nor so serene array -
        As if the stars some summer night
        Should swing their cups of Chrysolite -
        And revel till the day -

        Like thee to dance - like thee to sing -
        People upon the mystic green -
        I ask, each new May morn.
        I wait thy far - fantastic bells -
        Announcing me in other dells -
        Unto the different dawn!
        Emily Dickinson
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