Emily Dickinson
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Musicians wrestle everywhere -
All day - among the crowded air
I hear the silver strife -
And - waking - long before the morn -
Such transport breaks upon the town
I think it that "New life"!
It is not Bird - it has no nest -
Nor "Band" - in brass and scarlet - drest -
Nor Tamborin - nor Man -
It is not Hymn from pulpit read -
The "Morning Stars" the Treble led
On Time's first afternoon!
Some - say - it is "the Spheres" - at play!
Some say - that bright Majority
Of vanished Dames - and Men!
Some - think it service in the place
Where we - with late - celestial face -
Please God - shall ascertain.
Emily Dickinson
No Notice gave She, but a Change -
No Message, but a Sigh -
For Whom, the Time did not suffice
That She should specify.
She was not warm, though Summer shone
Nor scrupulous of cold
Though Rime by Rime, the steady Frost
Upon Her Bosom piled -
Of shrinking ways - she did not fright
Though all the Village looked -
But held Her gravity aloft -
And met the gaze - direct -
And when adjusted like a Seed
In careful fitted Ground
Unto the Everlasting Spring
And hindered but a Mound
Her Warm return, if so she chose -
And We - imploring drew -
Removed our invitation by
As Some She never knew.
Emily Dickinson
Within my Garden, rides a Bird
Upon a single Wheel -
Whose spokes a dizzy Music make
As 'twere a travelling Mill -
He never stops, but slackens
Above the Ripest Rose -
Partakes without alighting
And praises as he goes,
Till every spice is tasted -
And then his Fairy Gig
Reels in remoter atmospheres -
And I rejoin my Dog,
And He and I, perplex us
If positive, 'twere we -
Or bore the Garden in the Brain
This Curiosity -
But He, the best Logician,
Refers my clumsy eye -
To just vibrating Blossoms!
An Exquisite Reply!
Emily Dickinson
The Lassitudes of Contemplation
Beget a force -
They are the spirit's still vacation
That him refresh -
The Dreams consolidate in action -
What mettle fair.
Emily Dickinson
There is a finished feeling
Experienced at Graves -
A leisure of the Future -
A Wilderness of Size.
By Death's bold Exhibition
Preciser what we are
And the Eternal function
Enabled to infer.
Emily Dickinson
Those final Creatures, - who they are -
That, faithful to the close,
Administer her ecstasy,
But just the Summer knows.
Emily Dickinson
March is the Month of Expectation.
The things we do not know -
The Persons of prognostication
Are coming now -
We try to show becoming firmness -
But pompous Joy
Betrays us, as his first Betrothal
Betrays a Boy.
Emily Dickinson
Savior! I've no one else to tell -
And so I trouble thee.
I am the one forgot thee so -
Dost thou remember me?
Nor, for myself, I came so far -
That were the little load -
I brought thee the imperial Heart
I had not strength to hold -
The Heart I carried in my own -
Till mine too heavy grew -
Yet - strangest - heavier since it went -
Is it too large for you?
Emily Dickinson
I gained it so -
By Climbing slow -
By Catching at the Twigs that grow
Between the Bliss - and me -
It hung so high
As well the Sky
Attempt by Strategy -
I said I gained it -
This - was all -
Look, how I clutch it
Lest it fall -
And I a Pauper go -
Unfitted by an instant's Grace
For the Contented - Beggar's face
I wore - an hour ago.
Emily Dickinson
Whose cheek is this?
What rosy face
Has lost a blush today?
I found her - "pleiad" - in the woods
And bore her safe away -
Robins, in the tradition
Did cover such with leaves,
But which the cheek -
And which the pall
My scrutiny deceives.
Emily Dickinson
I've got an arrow here.
Loving the hand that sent it
I the dart revere.
Fell, they will say, in "skirmish"!
Vanquished, my soul will know
By but a simple arrow
Sped by an archer's bow.
Emily Dickinson
A wild Blue sky abreast of Winds
That threatened it - did run
And crouched behind his Yellow Door
Was the defiant sun -
Some conflict with those upper friends
So genial in the main
That we deplore peculiarly
Their arrogant Campaign.
Emily Dickinson
It's thoughts - and just One Heart -
And Old Sunshine - about -
Make frugal - Ones - Content -
And two or three - for Company -
Upon a Holiday -
Crowded - as Sacrament -
Books - when the Unit -
Spare the Tenant - long enò -
A Picture - if it Care -
Itself - a Gallery too rare -
For needing more -
Flowers - to keep the Eyes - from going awkward -
When it snows -
A Bird - if they - prefer -
Though Winter fire - sing clear as Plover -
To our - ear -
A Landscape - not so great
To suffocate the Eye -
A Hill - perhaps -
Perhaps - the profile of a Mill
Turned by the Wind -
Tho' such - are luxuries -
It's thoughts - and just two Heart -
And Heaven - about -
At least - a Counterfeit -
We would not have Correct -
And Immortality - can be almost -
Not quite - Content.
Emily Dickinson
You Cannot take itself
From any Human soul -
That indestructible estate
Enable him to dwell -
Impregnable as Light
That every man behold
But take away as difficult
As undiscovered Gold.
Emily Dickinson
The Brain - is wider than the Sky -
For - put them side by side -
The one the other will contain
With ease - and You - beside -
The Brain is deeper than the sea -
For - hold them - Blue to Blue -
The one the other will absorb -
As Sponges - Buckets - do -
The Brain is just the weight of God -
For - Heft them - Pound for Pound -
And they will differ - if they do -
As Syllable from Sound.
Emily Dickinson
A Chilly Peace infests the Grass
The Sun respectful lies -
Not any Trance of industry
These shadows scrutinize -
Whose Allies go no more astray
For service or for Glee -
Though all mankind do anchor here
From whatsoever Sea.
Emily Dickinson
Bello è, nascosti, sentirsi cercare!
Più bello essere trovati,
se è questo che vogliamo e della volpe
è degno il cane.
Bene sapere e non dire,
meglio sapere e dire,
se puoi trovare quell'orecchio raro
che ti comprenda.
Emily Dickinson
Like Eyes that looked on Wastes -
Incredulous of Ought
But Blank - and steady Wilderness -
Diversified by Night -
Just Infinites of Nought -
As far as it could see -
So looked the face I looked upon -
So looked itself - on Me -
I offered it no Help -
Because the Cause was Mine -
The Misery a Compact
As hopeless - as divine -
Neither - would be absolved -
Neither would be a Queen
Without the Other - Therefore -
We perish - tho' We reign.
Emily Dickinson
The World - stands - solemner - to me -
Since I was wed - to Him -
A modesty - befits the soul
That bears another's - name -
A doubt - if it be fair - indeed -
To wear that perfect - pearl -
The Man - upon the Woman - binds -
To clasp her soul - for all -
A prayer, that it more angel - prove -
A Whiter Gift - within -
To that munificence, that chose -
So unadorned - a Queen -
A Gratitude - that such be true -
It had esteemed the Dream -
Too beautiful - for Shape to prove -
Or posture - to redeem!
Emily Dickinson
She went as quiet as the Dew
From an accustomed flower.
Not like the Dew, did she return
At the accustomed hour!
She dropt as softly as a star
From out my summer's eve -
Less skillful than Le Verriere
It's sorer to believe.
Emily Dickinson
Split the Lark - and you'll find the Music -
Bulb after Bulb, in Silver rolled -
Scantilly dealt to the Summer Morning
Saved for your Ear when Lutes be old -
Loose the Flood - you shall find it patent -
Gush after Gush, reserved for you -
Scarlet Experiment! Sceptic Thomas!
Now, do you doubt that your Bird was true?
Emily Dickinson
Of Bronze - and Blaze -
The North - Tonight -
So adequate - it forms -
So preconcerted with itself -
So distant - to alarms -
And Unconcern so sovereign
To Universe, or me -
Infects my simple spirit
With Taints of Majesty -
Till I take vaster attitudes -
And strut upon my stem -
Disdaining Men, and Oxygen,
For Arrogance of them -
My Splendors, are Menagerie -
But their Completeless Show
Will entertain the Centuries
When I, am long ago,
An Island in dishonored Grass -
Whom none but Daisies, know.
Emily Dickinson
La Morte dà significato a Cose
Che l'Occhio avrebbe frettolosamente ignorato
Salvo che una Creatura defunta
Ci implori teneramente
Di soffermarci su piccoli Lavori
Di Pastello, o di Lana,
Con un "Questo fu l'ultimo che fecero le Sue dita" -
Industriose fino a quando -
Il Ditale divenne troppo pesante -
I punti si fermarono - da soli -
E allora fu posato fra la Polvere
Sulle mensole del Ripostiglio -
Ho un Libro
La cui Matita - qui e là -
Ha segnato i punti che Lui preferiva -
A Riposo - sono le Sue dita -
Ora - quando leggo - non riesco a leggere -
Per le Lacrime che interrompono -
Cancellando quelle Incisioni
Troppo Costose da Riparare.
Emily Dickinson
Uncertain lease - develops lustre
On Time -
Uncertain Grasp, appreciation
Of Sum -
The shorter Fate - is oftener the chiefest
Because
Inheritors upon a tenure
Prize.
Emily Dickinson
There is a morn by men unseen -
Whose maids upon remoter green
Keep their seraphic May -
And all day long, with dance and game,
And gambol I may never name -
Employ their holiday.
Here to light measure, move the feet
Which walk no more the village street -
Nor by the wood are found -
Here are the birds that sought the sun
When last year's distaff idle hung
And summer's brows were bound.
Ne'er saw I such a wondrous scene -
Ne'er such a ring on such a green -
Nor so serene array -
As if the stars some summer night
Should swing their cups of Chrysolite -
And revel till the day -
Like thee to dance - like thee to sing -
People upon the mystic green -
I ask, each new May morn.
I wait thy far - fantastic bells -
Announcing me in other dells -
Unto the different dawn!
Emily Dickinson
