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Poesie di Emily Dickinson

Poetessa, nato venerdì 10 dicembre 1830 a Amherst, Massachusetts (USA - Stati Uniti d'America), morto sabato 15 maggio 1886 a Amherst, Massachusetts (USA - Stati Uniti d'America)
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He ate and drank the precious Words -
His Spirit grew robust -
He knew no more that he was poor,
Nor that his frame was Dust -
He danced along the dingy Days
And this Bequest of Wings
Was but a Book - What Liberty
A loosened Spirit brings.
Mangiò e bevve le preziose Parole -
Il suo Spirito crebbe robusto -
Non era più consapevole d'essere povero,
Né che le sue ossa fossero Polvere -
Danzava lungo gli squallidi Giorni
E questo Lascito d'Ali
Era soltanto un Libro - Che Libertà
Procura uno Spirito affrancato -
Emily Dickinson
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    The Bird her punctual music brings
    And lays it in it's place -
    It's place is in the Human Heart
    And in the Heavenly Grace -
    What respite from her thrilling toil
    Did Beauty ever take -
    But Work might be Electric Rest
    To those that Magic make.
    L'Uccello porta la sua puntuale musica
    E la mette al suo posto -
    Il suo posto è nel Cuore Umano
    E nella Grazia Celeste -
    A sollievo dalla sua eccitante fatica
    Ebbe sempre la Bellezza -
    Ma il Lavoro può essere Elettrico Riposo
    Per quelli che creano Magia.
    Emily Dickinson
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      Expanse cannot be lost -
      Not Joy, but a Decree
      Is Deity -
      His Scene, Infinity -
      Whose rumor's Gate was shut so tight
      Before my Beam was sown,
      Not even a Prognostic's push
      Could make a Dent thereon -
      The World that thou hast opened
      Shuts for thee,
      But not alone,
      We all have followed thee -
      Escape more slowly
      To thy Tracts of Sheen -
      The Tent is listening,
      But the Troops are gone!
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        The farthest Thunder that I heard
        Was nearer than the Sky
        And rumbles still, though torrid Noons
        Have lain their Missiles by -
        The Lightning that preceded it
        Struck no one but myself -
        But I would not exchange the Bolt
        For all the rest of Life -
        Indebtedness to Oxygen
        The Happy may repay,
        But not the obligation
        To Electricity -
        It founds the Homes and decks the Days
        And every clamor bright
        Is but the gleam concomitant
        Of that waylaying Light -
        The Thought is quiet as a Flake -
        A Crash without a Sound,
        How Life's reverberation
        It's Explanation found.
        Emily Dickinson
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