Frasi Emily Dickinson
Perdere la propria fede - oltrepassa
La perdita di un Patrimonio -
Perch? i Patrimoni possono essere
Ricostruiti - la fede no.
Going to Him! Happy letter!
Tell Him -
Tell Him the page I did'nt write -
Tell Him - I only said the Syntax -
And left the Verb and the pronoun - out -
Tell Him just how the fingers hurried -
Then - h...
Lives he in any other world
My faith cannot reply
Before it was imperative
'Twas all distinct to me.
I heard a Fly buzz - when I died -
The Stillness in the Room
Was like the Stillness in the Air -
Between the Heaves of Storm -
The Eyes around - had wrung them dry -
And Breaths were gathering firm
Fo...
Gli angeli stanno nella casa accanto alla nostra ovunque siamo.
What would I give to see his face?
I'd give - I'd give my life - of course -
But that is not enough!
Stop just a minute - let me think!
I'd give my biggest Bobolink!
That makes two - Him - and Life!
Y...
Il suo cuore ? fatto per essere una casa, e io - passero - vi costruisco con ramoscelli e fili il mio nido perenne.
I should not dare to leave my friend,
Because - because if he should die
While I was gone - and I - too late -
Should reach the Heart that wanted me -
If I should disappoint the eyes
That hunted - hun...
Spurn the temerity -
Rashness of Calvary -
Gay were Gethsemane
Knew we of thee.
Lessi la mia sentenza con fermezza -
la controllai per essere sicura
di non aver frainteso
nella clausola finale
la data e la forma della vergogna -
e poi la frase
"Dio abbia misericordia" d...
But Susan is a stranger yet -
The ones who cite her most
Have never scaled her Haunted House
Nor compromise her Ghost -
To pity those that know her not
Is helped by the regret
That those who know her ...
Bees are Black - with Gilt Surcingles -
Buccaneers of Buzz -
Ride abroad in ostentation
And subsist on Fuzz -
Fuzz ordained - not Fuzz contingent -
Marrows of the Hill.
Jugs - a Universe's fracture
Co...
We dream - it is good we are dreaming -
It would hurt us - were we awake -
But since it is playing - kill us,
And we are playing - shriek -
What harm? Men die - externally -
It is a truth - of Blood -...
That love is all there is,
Is all we know of Love;
It is enough, the freight should be
Proportioned to the groove.
Che sia l'amore tutto ci? che esiste
? ci? che noi sappiamo dell'amore;
E pu? bastar...
Her sweet Weight on my Heart a Night
Had scarcely deigned to lie -
When, stirring, for Belief's delight,
My Bride had slipped away -
If 'twas a Dream - made solid - just
The Heaven to confirm -
Or if ...
Perhaps I asked too large -
I take - no less than skies -
For Earths, grow thick as
Berries, in my native town -
My Basket holds - just - Firmaments -
Those - dangle easy - on my arm,
But smaller bund...
Portare la nostra parte di notte,
la nostra parte di mattino.
Di immensa gioia riempire il nostro spazio,
il nostro spazio riempire di disprezzo.
Qui una stella, l? un'altra stella.
Qualcuno smarrisc...
To make One's Toilette - after Death
Has made the Toilette cool
Of only Taste we cared to please
Is difficult, and still -
That's easier - than Braid the Hair -
And make the Bodice gay -
When Eyes tha...
I never saw a Moor -
I never saw the Sea -
Yet know I how the Heather looks
And what a Billow be -
I never spoke with God
Nor visited in Heaven -
Yet certain am I of the spot
As if the Checks were giv...
A House upon the Hight -
That Wagon never reached -
No Dead, were ever carried down -
No Peddler's Cart - approached -
Whose Chimney never smoked -
Whose Windows - Night and Morn -
Caught Sunrise firs...
The long sigh of the Frog
Upon a Summer's Day
Enacts intoxication
Upon the Passer by.
But his receding Swell
Substantiates a Peace
That makes the Ear inordinate
For corporal release.
My period had come for Prayer -
No other Art - would do -
My Tactics missed a rudiment -
Creator - Was it you?
God grows above - so those who pray
Horizons - must ascend -
And so I stepped upon the No...
Non sapendo quando l'alba possa venire
lascio aperta ogni porta,
che abbia ali come un uccello
oppure onde, come spiaggia.
Il cervello, ? pi? ampio del cielo.
I had no time to Hate -
Because
The Grave would hinder Me -
And Life was not so
Ample I
Could finish - Enmity -
Nor had I time to Love -
But since
Some Industry must be -
The little Toil of Love -
I t...