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.

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The Night was wide, and furnished scant
With but a single Star -
That often as a Cloud it met -
Blew out itself - for fear -
The Wind pursued the little Bush -
And drove away the Leaves
November left - then clambered up
And fretted in the Eaves -

No Squirrel went abroad -
A Dog's belated feet
Like intermittent Plush, be heard
Adown the empty Street -

To feel if Blinds be fast -
And closer to the fire -
Her little Rocking Chair to draw -
And recollect the Poor -

The Housewife's gentle Task -
How pleasanter - said she
Unto the Sofa opposite -
The Sleet - than May, no Thee.
Emily Dickinson
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    I cried at Pity - not at Pain -
    I heard a Woman say
    "Poor Child" - and something in her voice
    Convinced me - of me -
    So long I fainted, to myself
    It seemed the common way,
    And Health, and Laughter, Curious things -
    To look at, like a Toy -

    To sometimes hear "Rich people" buy -
    And see the Parcel rolled -
    And carried, I suppose - to Heaven,
    For children, made of Gold -

    But not to touch, or wish for,
    Or think of, with a sigh -
    And so and so - had been to me,
    Had God willed differently.

    I wish I knew that Woman's name -
    So when she comes this way,
    To hold my life, and hold my ears
    For fear I hear her say

    She's "sorry I am dead" - again -
    Just when the Grave and I -
    Have sobbed ourselves almost to sleep,
    Our only Lullaby.
    Emily Dickinson
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      Empty my Heart, of Thee -
      It's single Artery -
      Begin, and leave Thee out -
      Simply Extinction's Date -
      Much Billow hath the Sea -
      One Baltic - They -
      Subtract Thyself, in play,
      And not enough of me
      Is left - to put away -
      "Myself" meanth Thee -

      Erase the Root - no Tree -
      Thee - then - no me -
      The Heavens stripped -
      Eternity's vast pocket, picked.
      Emily Dickinson
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        We talked as Girls do -
        Fond, and late -
        We speculated fair, on every subject, but the Grave -
        Of our's, none affair -
        We handled Destinies, as cool -
        As we - Disposers - be -
        And God, a Quiet Party
        To our authority -

        But fondest, dwelt upon Ourself
        As we eventual - be -
        When Girls, to Women, softly raised
        We - occupy - Degree -

        We parted with a contract
        To cherish, and to write
        But Heaven made both, impossible
        Before another night.
        Emily Dickinson
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          I like to see it lap the Miles -
          And lick the Valleys up -
          And stop to feed itself at Tanks -
          And then - prodigious step
          Around a Pile of Mountains -
          And supercilious peer
          In Shanties - by the sides of Roads -
          And then a Quarry pare

          To fit it's sides
          And crawl between
          Complaining all the while
          In horrid - hooting stanza -
          Then chase itself down Hill -

          And neigh like Boanerges -
          Then - punctual as - a Star
          Stop - docile and omnipotent
          At it's own stable door.
          Emily Dickinson
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