Frasi Emily Dickinson
My Maker - let me be
Enamored most of thee -
But nearer this
I more should miss.
Never hear the word "Escape"
Without a quicker blood!
A sudden expectation!
A flying attitude!
I never hear of prisons broad
By soldiers battered down -
But I tug, childish, at my bars
Only ...
I am alive - I guess -
The Branches on my Hand
Are full of Morning Glory -
And at my finger's end -
The Carmine - tingles warm -
And if I hold a Glass
Across my Mouth - it blurs it -
Physician's - pro...
I measure every Grief I meet
With narrow, probing, Eyes -
I wonder if It weighs like Mine -
Or has an Easier size -
I wonder if They bore it long -
Or did it just begin -
I could not tell the Date of ...
It would have starved a Gnat -
To live so small as I -
And yet, I was a living child -
With Food's necessity
Upon me - like a Claw -
I could no more remove
Than I could modify a Leech -
Or make a Drag...
Annoda i Lacci alla mia Vita, Signore,
Poi, sar? pronta ad andare!
Solo un'occhiata ai Cavalli -
In fretta! Potr? bastare!
Mettimi dal lato pi? sicuro -
Cos? non cadr? -
Visto che dobbiamo cavalcare v...
We outgrow love, like other things
And put it in the Drawer -
Till it an Antique fashion shows -
Like Costumes Grandsires wore.
I taste a liquor never brewed -
From Tankards scooped in Pearl -
Not all the Frankfort Berries
Yield such an Alcohol!
Inebriate of air - am I -
And Debauchee of Dew -
Reeling - thro endless summer day...
No ladder needs the bird but skies
To situate it's wings,
Nor any leader's grim baton
Arraigns it as it sings.
The implements of bliss are few -
As Jesus says of Him,
"Come unto me" the moie...
A Field of Stubble, lying sere
Beneath the second Sun -
It's Toils to Brindled People thrust -
It's Triumphs - to the Bin -
Accosted by a timid Bird
Irresolute of Alms -
Is often seen - but seldom fel...
Crisis is a Hair
Toward which forces creep
Past which - forces retrograde
If it come in sleep
To suspend the Breath
Is the most we can
Ignorant is it Life or Death
Nicely balancing -
Let an instant p...
? facile andare avanti quando l'anima gioca, ma quando l'anima ? in pena il sentirla riporre i suoi giocattoli rende ardua la vita allora.
I have no Life but this -
To lead it here -
Nor any Death - but lest
Dispelled from there -
Nor tie to Earths to come -
Nor Action new -
Except through this Extent -
The Realm of you.
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 sti...
It's all I have to bring today -
This, and my heart beside -
This, and my heart, and all the fields -
And all the meadows wide -
Be sure you count - sh'd I forget
Some one the sum could tell -
This, a...
If this is "fading"
Oh let me immediately "fade"!
If this is "dying"
Bury me, in such a shroud of red!
If this is "sleep",
On such a night
How proud to shut the...
These are the days when Birds come back -
A very few - a Bird or two -
To take a backward look.
These are the days when skies resume
The old - old sophistries of June -
A blue and gold mistake.
Oh fr...
The Province of the Saved
Should be the Art - To Save -
Through Skill obtained in Themselves -
The Science of the Grave
No Man can understand
But He that hath endured
The Dissolution - in Himself -
Th...
Le cortesie pi? piccole
- un fiore o un libro -
piantano sorrisi come semi
che germogliano nel buio.
Mio - per diritto della bianca elezione!
Mio - per sigillo regale!
Mio - per segno della bianca prigione
che sbarre non possono celare!
Mio - qui - nella visione e nel divieto!
Mio - per l'abrograzion...
The Lamp burns sure - within -
Tho' Serfs - supply the Oil -
It matters not the busy Wick -
At her phosphoric toil!
The Slave - forgets - to fill -
The Lamp - burns golden - on -
Unconscious that the ...
To see her is a picture
To hear her is a Tune
To know her an intemperance
As innocent as June
By which to be undone
Is dearer than Redemption -
Which never to receive
Makes mockery of melody
It might ...
L'amore ? vita e la vita ha qualcosa di immortale.
Lad of Athens, faithful be
To thyself,
And Mystery -
All the rest is Perjury.
My first well Day - since many ill -
I asked to go abroad,
And take the Sunshine in my hands
And see the things in Pod -
A'blossom just - when I went in
To take my Chance with pain -
Uncertain if myse...