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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It was given to me by the Gods -
When I was a little Girl -
They given us Presents most - you know -
When we are new - and small.
I kept it in my Hand -
I never put it down -
I did not dare to eat - or sleep -
For fear it would be gone -
I heard such words as "Rich" -
When hurrying to school -
From lips at Corners of the Streets -
And wrestled with a smile.
Rich! 'Twas Myself - was rich -
To take the name of Gold -
And Gold to own - in solid Bars -
The Difference - made me bold.
Emily Dickinson
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    Love - thou art high -
    I cannot climb thee -
    But, were it Two -
    Who know but we -
    Taking turns - at the Chimborazo -
    Ducal - at last - stand up by thee -
    Love - thou art deep -
    I cannot cross thee -
    But, were there Two
    Instead of One -
    Rower, and Yacht - some sovreign Summer -
    Who knows - but we'd reach the Sun?

    Love - thou are Vailed -
    A few - behold thee -
    Smile - and alter - and prattle - and die -
    Bliss - were an Oddity - without thee -
    Nicknamed by God -
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      The Malay - took the Pearl -
      Not - I - the Earl -
      I - feared the Sea - too much
      Unsanctified - to touch -
      Praying that I might be
      Worthy - the Destiny -
      The Swarthy fellow swam -
      And bore my Jewel - Home -

      Home to the Hut! What lot
      Had I - the Jewel - got -
      Borne on a Dusky Breast -
      I had not deemed a Vest
      Of Amber - fit -

      The Negro never knew
      I - wooed it - too -
      To gain, or be undone -
      Alike to Him - One.
      Emily Dickinson
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        The Outer - from the Inner
        Derives it's Magnitude -
        'Tis Duke, or Dwarf, according
        As is the central mood -
        The fine - unvarying Axis
        That regulates the Wheel -
        Though Spokes - spin - more conspicuous
        And fling a dust - the while.

        The Inner - paints the Outer -
        The Brush without the Hand -
        It's Picture publishes - precise -
        As is the inner Brand -

        On fine - Arterial Canvas -
        A Cheek - perchance a Brow -
        The Star's whole secret - in the Lake -
        Eyes were not meant to know.
        Emily Dickinson
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          I know some lonely Houses off the Road
          A Robber'd like the look of -
          Wooden barred,
          And Windows hanging low,
          Inviting to -
          A Portico,
          Where two could creep -
          One - hand the Tools -
          The other peep -
          To make sure All's Asleep -
          Old fashioned eyes -
          Not easy to surprise!
          How orderly the Kitchen'd look, by night,
          With just a Clock -
          But they could gag the Tick -
          And Mice wont bark -
          And so the Walls - dont tell -
          None - will -

          A pair of Spectacles ajar just stir -
          An Almanac's aware -
          Was it the Mat - winked,
          Or a Nervous Star?
          The Moon - slides down the stair,
          To see who's there!

          There's plunder - where -
          Tankard, or Spoon -
          Earring - or Stone -
          A Watch - Some Ancient Brooch
          To match the Grandmama -
          Staid sleeping - there -

          Day - rattles - too
          Stealth's - slow -
          The Sun has got as far
          As the third Sycamore -
          Screams Chanticleer
          "Who's there"?

          And Echoes - Trains away,
          Sneer - "Where"!
          While the old Couple, just astir,
          Fancy the Sunrise - left the door ajar!
          Emily Dickinson
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