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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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Scritta da: Silvana Stremiz
A single Screw of Flesh
Is all that pins the Soul
That stands for Deity, to Mine,
Upon my side the Veil -
Once witnessed of the Gauze -
It's name is put away
As far from mine, as if no plight
Had printed yesterday,

In tender - solemn Alphabet,
My eyes just turned to see,
When it was smuggled by my sight
Into Eternity -

More Hands - to hold - These are but Two -
One more new-mailed Nerve
Just granted, for the Peril's sake -
Some striding - Giant - Love -

So greater than the Gods can show,
They slink before the Clay,
That not for all their Heaven can boast
Will let it's Keepsake - go.
Emily Dickinson
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    The lonesome for they know not What -
    The Eastern Exiles - be -
    Who strayed beyond the Amber line
    Some madder Holiday -
    And ever since - the purple Moat
    They strive to climb - in vain -
    As Birds - that tumble from the clouds
    Do fumble at the strain -

    The Blessed Ether - taught them -
    Some Transatlantic Morn -
    When Heaven - was too common - to miss -
    Too sure - to dote upon!
    Emily Dickinson
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      Read - Sweet - how others - strove -
      Till we - are stouter -
      What they - renounced -
      Till we - are less afraid -
      How many times they - bore the faithful witness -
      Till we - are helped -
      As if a Kingdom - cared!
      Read then - of faith -
      That shone above the fagot -
      Clear strains of Hymn
      The River could not drown -
      Brave names of Men -
      And Celestial Women -
      Passed out - of Record
      Into - Renown!
      Emily Dickinson
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        Good Night! Which put the Candle out?
        A jealous Zephyr - not a doubt -
        Ah, friend, you little knew
        How long at that celestial wick
        The Angels - labored diligent -
        Extinguished - now - for you!
        It might - have been the Light House spark -
        Some Sailor - rowing in the Dark -
        Had importuned to see!
        It might - have been the waning lamp
        That lit the Drummer from the Camp
        To purer Reveille!
        Emily Dickinson
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          There's a certain Slant of light,
          Winter Afternoons -
          That oppresses, like the Heft
          Of Cathedral Tunes -
          Heavenly Hurt, it gives us -
          We can find no scar,
          But internal difference,
          Where the Meanings, are -

          None may teach it - Any -
          'Tis the Seal Despair -
          An imperial affliction
          Sent us of the Air -

          When it comes, the Landscape listens -
          Shadows - hold their breath -
          When it goes, 'tis like the Distance
          On the look of Death.
          Emily Dickinson
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            Scritta da: Silvana Stremiz
            Delight is as the flight -
            Or in the Ratio of it,
            As the Schools would say -
            The Rainbow's way -
            A Skein
            Flung colored, after Rain,
            Would suit as bright,
            Except that flight
            Were Aliment -
            "If it would last"
            I asked the East,
            When that Bent Stripe
            Struck up my childish
            Firmament -
            And I, for glee,
            Took Rainbows, as the common way,
            And empty Skies
            The Eccentricity -

            And so with Lives -
            And so with Butterflies -
            Seen magic - through the fright
            That they will cheat the sight -
            And Dower latitudes far on -
            Some sudden morn -
            Our portion - in the fashion -
            Done.
            Emily Dickinson
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              If I'm lost - now -
              That I was found -
              Shall still my transport be -
              That once - on me - those Jasper Gates
              Blazed open - suddenly -
              That in my awkward - gazing - face -
              The Angels - softly peered -
              And touched me with their fleeces,
              Almost as if they cared -
              I'm banished - now - you know it -
              How foreign that can be -
              You'll know - Sir - when the Savior's face
              Turns so - away from you.
              Emily Dickinson
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                To die - takes just a little while -
                They say it doesn't hurt -
                It's only fainter - by degrees -
                And then - it's out of sight -
                A darker Ribbon - for a Day -
                A Crape upon the Hat -
                And then the pretty sunshine comes -
                And helps us to forget -

                The absent - mystic - creature -
                That but for love of us -
                Had gone to sleep - that soundest time -
                Without the weariness.
                Emily Dickinson
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