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

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You love me - you are sure -
I shall not fear mistake -
I shall not cheated wake -
Some grinning morn -
To find the Sunrise left -
And Orchards - unbereft -
And Dollie - gone!
I need not start - you're sure -
That night will never be -
When frightened - home to Thee I run -
To find the windows dark -
And no more Dollie - mark -
Quite none?

Be sure you're sure - you know -
I'll bear it better now -
If you'll just tell me so -
Than when - a little dull Balm grown -
Over this pain of mine -
You sting - again!
Emily Dickinson
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    Scritta da: Silvana Stremiz
    Except to Heaven, she is nought.
    Except for Angels - lone.
    Except to some wide-wandering Bee
    A flower superfluous blown.
    Except for winds - provincial.
    Except by Butterflies
    Unnoticed as a single dew
    That on the Acre lies.

    The smallest Housewife in the grass,
    Yet take her from the Lawn
    And somebody has lost the face
    That made Existence - Home.
    Emily Dickinson
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      The Sun kept stooping - stooping - low!
      The Hills to meet him rose!
      On his side, what Transaction!
      On their side, what Repose!
      Deeper and deeper grew the stain
      Upon the window pane -
      Thicker and thicker stood the feet
      Until the Tyrian

      Was crowded dense with Armies -
      So gay, so Brigadier -
      That I felt martial stirrings
      Who once the Cockade wore -

      Charged, from my chimney Corner -
      But Nobody was there!
      Emily Dickinson
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        Heart, not so heavy as mine
        Wending late home -
        As it passed my window
        Whistled itself a tune -
        A careless snatch - a ballad -
        A Ditty of the street -
        Yet to my irritated ear
        An anodyne so sweet -

        It was as if a Bobolink
        Sauntering this way
        Carolled and mused, and carolled -
        Then bubbled slow away -

        It was as if a chirping brook
        Upon a toilsome way
        Set bleeding feet to minuets
        Without the knowing why -

        Tomorrow - night will come again -
        Perhaps - tired and sore -
        Oh Bugle, by the window
        I pray you stroll once more!
        Emily Dickinson
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          Through those old grounds of memory,
          The sauntering alone
          Is a divine intemperance
          A prudent man would shun.
          Of liquors that are vended
          'Tis easy to beware
          But statutes do not meddle
          With the internal bar.
          Pernicious as the sunset
          Permitting to pursue
          But impotent to gather,
          The tranquil perfidy
          Alloys our firmer moments
          With that severest gold
          Convenient to the longing
          But otherwise withheld.
          Emily Dickinson
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            So bashful when I spied her!
            So pretty - so ashamed!
            So hidden in her leaflets
            Lest anybody find -
            So breathless till I passed her -
            So helpless when I turned
            And bore her struggling, blushing,
            Her simple haunts beyond!

            For whom I robbed the Dingle -
            For whom I betrayed the Dell -
            Many, will doubtless ask me -
            But I shall never tell!
            Emily Dickinson
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