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
Me prove it now - Whoever doubt
Me stop to prove it - now -
Make haste - the Scruple! Death be scant
For Opportunity -
The River reaches to my feet -
As yet - My Heart be dry -
Oh Lover - Life could not convince -
Might Death - enable Thee -

The River reaches to My Breast -
Still - still - My Hands above
Proclaim with their remaining Might -
Dost recognize the Love?

The River reaches to my Mouth -
Remember - when the Sea
Swept by my searching eyes - the last -
Themselves were quick - with Thee!
Emily Dickinson
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    Scritta da: Silvana Stremiz
    The Doomed - regard the Sunrise
    With different Delight -
    Because - when next it burns abroad
    They doubt to witness it -
    The Man - to die - tomorrow -
    Harks for the Meadow Bird -
    Because it's Music stirs the Axe
    That clamors for his head -

    Joyful - to whom the Sunrise
    Precedes Enamored - Day -
    Joyful - for whom the Meadow Bird
    Has ought but Elegy!

    I Condannati - considerano l'Alba
    Con un Piacere diverso -
    Perché - quando la prossima tornerà a risplendere
    Dubitano di esserne testimoni -
    L'Uomo - che morirà - domani -
    Presta orecchio all'Uccello nel Prato -
    Perché quella Musica risveglierà la Scure
    Che reclama la sua testa -

    Gioiosi - quelli per cui l'Alba
    Precede un Giorno - d'Amore -
    Gioiosi - quelli per cui l'Uccello del Prato
    È tutto tranne che un Canto Funebre!
    Emily Dickinson
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      Scritta da: Silvana Stremiz
      Unto like Story - Trouble has enticed me -
      How Kinsmen fell -
      Brothers and Sister - who preferred the Glory -
      And their young will
      Bent to the Scaffold, or in Dungeons - chanted -
      Till God's full time -
      When they let go the ignominy - smiling -
      And Shame went dumb -
      Unto guessed Crests, my moaning fancy, leads me,
      Worn fair
      By Heads rejected - in the lower country -
      Of honors there -
      Such spirit makes her perpetual mention,
      That I - grown bold -
      Step martial - at my Crucifixion -
      As Trumpets - rolled -

      Feet, small as mine - have marched in Revolution
      Firm to the Drum -
      Hands - not so stout - hoisted them - in witness -
      When Speech went numb -
      Let me not shame their sublime deportments -
      Drilled bright -
      Beckoning - Etruscan invitation -
      Toward Light.
      Emily Dickinson
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