Frasi Emily Dickinson
I have a Bird in spring
Which for myself doth sing -
The spring decoys.
And as the summer nears -
And as the Rose appears,
Robin is gone.
Yet do I not repine
Knowing that Bird of mine
Though flown -
...
Sono pi? miti le mattine
E pi? scure diventano le noci
E le bacche hanno un viso pi? rotondo,
La rosa non ? pi? nella citt?.
L'acero indossa una sciarpa pi? gaia,
E la campagna una gonna scarlatta.
E...
L'anima si sceglie il proprio compagno, poi chiude la porta cos? che la maggioranza divina non possa pi? turbarla.
Exultation is the going
Of an inland soul to sea,
Past the houses - past the headlands,
Into deep Eternity -
Bred as we, among the mountains,
Can the sailor understand
The divine intoxication
Of the f...
Tie the Strings to my Life, My Lord,
Then, I am ready to go!
Just a look at the Horses -
Rapid! That will do!
Put me in on the firmest side -
So I shall never fall -
For we must ride to the Judgment -...
"Heaven" has different Signs - to me -
Sometimes, I think that Noon
Is but a symbol of the Place -
And when again, at Dawn,
A mighty look runs round the World
And settles in the Hills -
An A...
I often passed the Village
When going home from school -
And wondered what they did there -
And why it was so still -
I did not know the year then,
In which my call would come -
Earlier, by the Dial,
...
Sic transit gloria mundi,"
"How doth the busy bee,"
"Dum vivimus vivamus,"
I stay mine enemy!
Oh "veni, vidi, vici!"
Oh caput cap-a-pie!
And oh "memento mori&qu...
I had a guinea golden -
I lost it in the sand -
And th? the sum was simple
And pounds were in the land -
Still, had it such a value
Unto my frugal eye -
That when I could not find it -
I sat me down t...
Her breast is fit for pearls,
But I was not a "Diver".
Her brow is fit for thrones -
But I had not a crest.
Her heart is fit for home -
I - a sparrow - build there
Sweet of twigs and twine
M...
A slash of Blue -
A sweep of Gray -
Some scarlet patches on the way,
Compose an Evening Sky -
A little purple - slipped between -
Some Ruby Trowsers hurried on -
A Wave of Gold -
A Bank of Day -
This ...
We never know how high we are
Till we are asked to rise
And then if we are true to plan
Our statures touch the skies -
The Heroism we recite
Would be a normal thing
Did not ourselves the Cubits warp
F...
Cos?, uniti e divisi ? tu l? ? io qui ? dovremmo rimanere con la porta socchiusa ? come due oceani.
Lasciarsi é tutto quello che sappiamo del paradiso, e tutto quello che ci serve dell'inferno.
Non è necessario essere una stanza o una casa per essere stregata, il cervello ha corridoi che vanno oltre gli spazi materiali.