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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I watched the Moon around the House
Until upon a Pane -
She stopped - a Traveller's privilege - for Rest -
And there upon
I gazed - as at a Stranger -
The Lady in the Town
Doth think no incivility
To lift her Glass - upon -

But never Stranger justified
The Curiosity
Like Mine - for not a Foot - nor Hand -
Nor Formula - had she -

But like a Head - a Guillotine
Slid carelessly away -
Did independent, Amber -
Sustain her in the sky -

Or like a Stemless Flower -
Upheld in rolling Air
By finer Gravitations -
Than bind Philosopher -

No Hunger - had she - nor an Inn -
Her Toilette - to suffice -
Nor Avocation - nor Concern
For little Mysteries

As harass us - like Life - and Death -
And Afterwards - or Nay -
But seemed engrossed to Absolute -
With Shining - and the Sky -

The privilege to scrutinize
Was scarce upon my Eyes
When, with a Silver practise -
She vaulted out of Gaze -

And next - I met her on a Cloud -
Myself too far below
To follow her superior Road -
Or it's advantage - Blue.
Emily Dickinson
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    They called me to the Window, for
    " 'Twas Sunset" - Some one said -
    I only saw a Sapphire Farm -
    And just a Single Herd -
    Of Opal Cattle - feeding far
    Upon so vain a Hill -
    As even while I looked - dissolved -
    Nor Cattle were - nor Soil -

    But in their Room - a Sea - displayed -
    And Ships - of such a size
    As Crew of Mountains - could afford -
    And Decks - to seat the Skies -

    This - too - the Showman rubbed away -
    And when I looked again -
    Nor Farm - nor Opal Herd - was there -
    Nor Mediterranean.
    Emily Dickinson
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      The Tint I cannot take - is best -
      The Color too remote
      That I could show it in Bazaar -
      A Guinea at a sight -
      The fine - impalpable Array -
      That swaggers on the eye
      Like Cleopatra's Company -
      Repeated - in the sky -

      The Moments of Dominion
      That happen on the Soul
      And leave it with a Discontent
      Too exquisite - to tell -

      The eager look - on Landscapes -
      As if they just repressed
      Some Secret - that was pushing
      Like Chariots - in the Vest -

      The Pleading of the Summer -
      That other Prank - of Snow -
      That Cushions Mystery with Tulle,
      For fear the Squirrels - know.

      Their Graspless manners - mock us -
      Until the Cheated Eye
      Shuts arrogantly - in the Grave -
      Another way - to see.
      Emily Dickinson
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        'Twas a long Parting - but the time
        For Interview - had Come -
        Before the Judgment Seat of God -
        The last - and second time
        These Fleshless Lovers met -
        A Heaven in a Gaze -
        A Heaven of Heavens - the Privilege
        Of One another's Eyes -

        No Lifetime - on Them -
        Appareled as the new
        Unborn - except They had beheld -
        Born infiniter - now -

        Was Bridal - e'er like This?
        A Paradise - the Host -
        And Cherubim - and Seraphim -
        The unobtrusive Guest.
        Emily Dickinson
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