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)
Questo autore lo trovi anche in Frasi & Aforismi e in Proverbi.

Scritta da: Silvana Stremiz
Hope is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -
And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -

I've heard it in the chillest land -
And on the strangest Sea -
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of Me.
Emily Dickinson
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    Scritta da: Silvana Stremiz
    You see I cannot see - your lifetime -
    I must guess -
    How many times it ache for me - today - Confess -
    How many times for my far sake
    The brave eyes film -
    But I guess guessing hurts -
    Mine - got so dim!
    Too vague - the face -
    My own - so patient - covers -
    Too far - the strength -
    My timidness enfolds -
    Haunting the Heart -
    Like her translated faces -
    Teasing the want -
    It - only - can suffice!
    Emily Dickinson
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      I can wade Grief -
      Whole Pools of it -
      I'm used to that -
      But the least push of Joy
      Breaks up my feet -
      And I tip - drunken -
      Let no Pebble - smile -
      'Twas the New Liquor -
      That was all!
      Power is only Pain -
      Stranded, thro' Discipline,
      Till Weights - will hang -
      Give Balm - to Giants -
      And they'll wilt, like Men -
      Give Himmaleh -
      They'll Carry - Him!
      Emily Dickinson
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        Why - do they shut Me out of Heaven?
        Did I sing - too loud?
        But - I can say a little "Minor"
        Timid as a Bird!
        Would'nt the Angels try me -
        Just - once - more -
        Just - see - if I troubled them -
        But dont - shut the door!

        Oh, if I - were the Gentleman
        In the "White Robe" -
        And they - were the little Hand - that knocked -
        Could - I - forbid?
        Emily Dickinson
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          What would I give to see his face?
          I'd give - I'd give my life - of course -
          But that is not enough!
          Stop just a minute - let me think!
          I'd give my biggest Bobolink!
          That makes two - Him - and Life!
          You know who "June" is -
          I'd give her -
          Roses a day from Zenzibar -
          And Lily tubes - like Wells -
          Bees - by the furlong -
          Straits of Blue
          Navies of Butterflies - sailed thro' -
          And dappled Cowslip Dells -
          Then I have "shares" in Primrose "Banks" -
          Daffodil Dowries - spicy "Stocks" -
          Dominions - broad as Dew -
          Bags of Doubloons - adventurous Bees
          Brought me - from firmamental seas -
          And Purple - from Peru -

          Now - have I bought it -
          "Shylock"? Say!
          Sign me the Bond!
          "I vow to pay
          To Her - who pledges this -
          One hour - of her Sovereign's face"!
          Extatic Contract!
          Niggard Grace!
          My Kingdom's worth of Bliss!
          Emily Dickinson
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            Forever at His side to walk -
            The smaller of the two!
            Brain of His Brain -
            Blood of His Blood -
            Two lives - One Being - now -
            Forever of His fate to taste -
            If grief - the largest part -
            If joy - to put my piece away
            For that beloved Heart -

            All life - to know each other -
            Whom we can never learn -
            And bye and bye - a Change -
            Called Heaven -
            Rapt Neighborhoods of Men -
            Just finding out - what puzzled us -
            Without the lexicon!
            Emily Dickinson
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