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
Three times - we parted - Breath - and I -
Three times - He would not go -
But strove to stir the flickering fan
The Waters - strove to stay.
Three Times - the Billows threw me up -
Then caught me - like a Ball -
Then made Blue faces in my face -
And pushed away a sail

That crawled Leagues off - I liked to see -
For thinking - While I die -
How pleasant to behold a Thing
Where Human faces - be -

The Waves grew sleepy - Breath - did not -
The Winds - like Children - lulled -
Then Sunrise kissed my Chrysalis -
And I stood up - and lived.
Emily Dickinson
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    Scritta da: Silvana Stremiz
    It always felt to me - a wrong
    To that Old Moses - done -
    To let him see - the Canaan -
    Without the entering -
    And tho' in soberer moments -
    No Moses there can be
    I'm satisfied - the Romance
    In point of injury -

    Surpasses sharper stated -
    Of Stephen - or of Paul -
    For these - were only put to death -
    While God's adroiter will

    On Moses - seemed to fasten
    In tantalizing Play
    As Boy - should deal with lesser Boy -
    To show supremacy -

    The fault - was doubtless Israel's -
    Myself - had banned the Tribes -
    And ushered Grand Old Moses
    In Pentateuchal Robes

    Upon the Broad Possession
    'Twas little - He should see -
    Old Man on Nebo! Late as this -
    My justice bleeds - for Thee!
    Emily Dickinson
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      Scritta da: Silvana Stremiz
      When I was small, a Woman died -
      Today - her Only Boy
      Went up from the Potomac -
      His face all Victory
      To look at her - How slowly
      The Seasons must have turned
      Till Bullets clipt an Angle
      And He passed quickly round -

      If pride shall be in Paradise -
      Ourself cannot decide -
      Of their imperial Conduct -
      No person testified -

      But, proud in Apparition -
      That Woman and her Boy
      Pass back and forth, before my Brain
      As even in the sky -

      I'm confident that Bravoes -
      Perpetual break abroad
      For Braveries, remote as this
      In Yonder Maryland.
      Emily Dickinson
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