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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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Triumph - may be of several kinds -
There's Triumph in the Room
When that Old Imperator - Death -
By Faith - be overcome -
There's Triumph of the finer mind
When Truth - affronted long -
Advance unmoved - to Her Supreme -
Her God - Her only Throng -

A Triumph - when Temptation's Bribe
Be slowly handed back -
One eye upon the Heaven renounced -
And One - upon the Rack -

Severer Triumph - by Himself
Experienced - who pass
Acquitted - from that Naked Bar -
Jehovah's Countenance.
Emily Dickinson
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    Scritta da: Silvana Stremiz
    It was given to me by the Gods -
    When I was a little Girl -
    They given us Presents most - you know -
    When we are new - and small.
    I kept it in my Hand -
    I never put it down -
    I did not dare to eat - or sleep -
    For fear it would be gone -
    I heard such words as "Rich" -
    When hurrying to school -
    From lips at Corners of the Streets -
    And wrestled with a smile.
    Rich! 'Twas Myself - was rich -
    To take the name of Gold -
    And Gold to own - in solid Bars -
    The Difference - made me bold.
    Emily Dickinson
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      Scritta da: Silvana Stremiz
      Love - thou art high -
      I cannot climb thee -
      But, were it Two -
      Who know but we -
      Taking turns - at the Chimborazo -
      Ducal - at last - stand up by thee -
      Love - thou art deep -
      I cannot cross thee -
      But, were there Two
      Instead of One -
      Rower, and Yacht - some sovreign Summer -
      Who knows - but we'd reach the Sun?

      Love - thou are Vailed -
      A few - behold thee -
      Smile - and alter - and prattle - and die -
      Bliss - were an Oddity - without thee -
      Nicknamed by God -
      Eternity.
      Emily Dickinson
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        Scritta da: Silvana Stremiz
        The Malay - took the Pearl -
        Not - I - the Earl -
        I - feared the Sea - too much
        Unsanctified - to touch -
        Praying that I might be
        Worthy - the Destiny -
        The Swarthy fellow swam -
        And bore my Jewel - Home -

        Home to the Hut! What lot
        Had I - the Jewel - got -
        Borne on a Dusky Breast -
        I had not deemed a Vest
        Of Amber - fit -

        The Negro never knew
        I - wooed it - too -
        To gain, or be undone -
        Alike to Him - One.
        Emily Dickinson
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          Scritta da: Silvana Stremiz
          The Outer - from the Inner
          Derives it's Magnitude -
          'Tis Duke, or Dwarf, according
          As is the central mood -
          The fine - unvarying Axis
          That regulates the Wheel -
          Though Spokes - spin - more conspicuous
          And fling a dust - the while.

          The Inner - paints the Outer -
          The Brush without the Hand -
          It's Picture publishes - precise -
          As is the inner Brand -

          On fine - Arterial Canvas -
          A Cheek - perchance a Brow -
          The Star's whole secret - in the Lake -
          Eyes were not meant to know.
          Emily Dickinson
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            Scritta da: Silvana Stremiz
            I know some lonely Houses off the Road
            A Robber'd like the look of -
            Wooden barred,
            And Windows hanging low,
            Inviting to -
            A Portico,
            Where two could creep -
            One - hand the Tools -
            The other peep -
            To make sure All's Asleep -
            Old fashioned eyes -
            Not easy to surprise!
            How orderly the Kitchen'd look, by night,
            With just a Clock -
            But they could gag the Tick -
            And Mice wont bark -
            And so the Walls - dont tell -
            None - will -

            A pair of Spectacles ajar just stir -
            An Almanac's aware -
            Was it the Mat - winked,
            Or a Nervous Star?
            The Moon - slides down the stair,
            To see who's there!

            There's plunder - where -
            Tankard, or Spoon -
            Earring - or Stone -
            A Watch - Some Ancient Brooch
            To match the Grandmama -
            Staid sleeping - there -

            Day - rattles - too
            Stealth's - slow -
            The Sun has got as far
            As the third Sycamore -
            Screams Chanticleer
            "Who's there"?

            And Echoes - Trains away,
            Sneer - "Where"!
            While the old Couple, just astir,
            Fancy the Sunrise - left the door ajar!
            Emily Dickinson
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              Scritta da: Silvana Stremiz
              Of Bronze - and Blaze -
              The North - Tonight -
              So adequate - it forms -
              So preconcerted with itself -
              So distant - to alarms -
              And Unconcern so sovereign
              To Universe, or me -
              Infects my simple spirit
              With Taints of Majesty -
              Till I take vaster attitudes -
              And strut upon my stem -
              Disdaining Men, and Oxygen,
              For Arrogance of them -
              My Splendors, are Menagerie -
              But their Completeless Show
              Will entertain the Centuries
              When I, am long ago,
              An Island in dishonored Grass -
              Whom none but Daisies, know.
              Emily Dickinson
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                Scritta da: Silvana Stremiz
                How the old Mountains drip with Sunset
                How the Hemlocks burn -
                How the Dun Brake is draped in Cinder
                By the Wizard Sun -
                How the old Steeples hand the Scarlet
                Till the Ball is full -
                Have I the lip of the Flamingo
                That I dare to tell?

                Then, how the Fire ebbs like Billows -
                Touching all the Grass
                With a departing - Sapphire - feature -
                As a Duchess passed -

                How a small Dusk crawls on the Village
                Till the Houses blot
                And the odd Flambeau, no men carry
                Glimmer on the Street -

                How it is Night - in Nest and Kennel -
                And where was the Wood -
                Just a Dome of Abyss is Bowing
                Into Solitude -

                These are the Visions flitted Guido -
                Titian - never told -
                Domenichino dropped his pencil -
                Paralyzed, with Gold.
                Emily Dickinson
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                  Scritta da: Silvana Stremiz
                  I got so I could hear his name -
                  Without - Tremendous gain -
                  That Stop-sensation - on my Soul -
                  And Thunder - in the Room -
                  I got so I could walk across
                  That Angle in the floor,
                  Where he turned so, and I turned - how -
                  And all our Sinew tore -

                  I got so I could stir the Box -
                  In which his letters grew
                  Without that forcing, in my breath -
                  As Staples - driven through -

                  Could dimly recollect a Grace -
                  I think, they call it "God" -
                  Renowned to ease Extremity -
                  When Formula, had failed -

                  And shape my Hands -
                  Petition's way,
                  Thò ignorant of a word
                  That Ordination - utters -

                  My Business, with the Cloud,
                  If any Power behind it, be,
                  Not subject to Despair -
                  It care, in some remoter way,
                  For so minute affair
                  As Misery -
                  Itself, too vast, for interrupting - more.
                  Emily Dickinson
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