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
It ceased to hurt me, though so slow
I could not see the trouble go -
But only knew by looking back -
That something - had obscured the Track -
Nor when it altered, I could say,
For I had worn it, every day,
As constant as the Childish frock -
I hung upon the Peg, at night.

But not the Grief - that nestled Close
As Needles - ladies softly press
To Cushions Cheeks -
To keep their place -

Nor what consoled it, I could trace -
Except, whereas 'twas Wilderness -
It's better - almost Peace.
Emily Dickinson
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    I gave myself to Him -
    And took Himself, for Pay,
    The Solemn Contract of a Life
    Was ratified, this way -
    The Wealth might disappoint -
    Myself a poorer prove
    Than this great Purchaser suspect,
    The Daily Own - of Love

    Depreciate the Vision -
    But till the Merchant buy -
    How Fable - in the Isles of Spice -
    The subtle Cargoes - lie -

    At least - 'tis Mutual - Risk -
    Some - found it - Mutual Gain -
    Sweet Debt of Life - Each Night to owe -
    Insolvent - every Noon.
    Emily Dickinson
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      I had been hungry, all the Years -
      My Noon had Come - to dine -
      I trembling drew the Table near -
      And touched the Curious Wine -
      'Twas this on Tables I had seen -
      When turning, hungry, Home
      I looked in Windows, for the Wealth
      I could not hope - for Mine -

      I did not know the ample Bread -
      'Twas so unlike the Crumb
      The Birds and I, had often shared
      In Nature's - Dining Room -

      The Plenty hurt me - 'twas so new -
      Myself felt ill - and odd -
      As Berry - of a Mountain Bush -
      Transplanted - to a Road -

      Nor was I hungry - so I found
      That Hunger - was a way
      Of persons Outside Windows -
      The entering - takes away.
      Emily Dickinson
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