Frasi Emily Dickinson
I'm saying every day
"If I should be a Queen, tomorrow" -
I'd do this way -
And so I deck, a little,
If it be, I wake a Bourbon,
None on me, bend supercilious -
With "This was she -
Beg...
Proud of my broken heart, since thou didn't break it,
Proud of the pain I did not feel till thee,
Proud of my night, since thou with moons dost slake it,
Not to partake thy passion, my humility.
Thou...
Of Brussels - it was not -
Of Kidderminster? Nay -
The Winds did buy it of the Woods -
Then - sell it unto me
It was a gentle price -
The poorest - could afford -
It was within the frugal purse
Of Beg...
Where Ships of Purple - gently toss -
On Seas of Daffodil -
Fantastic Sailors - mingle -
And then - the Wharf is still!
"Secrets" is a daily word
Yet does not exist -
Muffled - it remits surmise -
Murmured - it has ceased -
Dungeoned in the Human Breast
Doubtless secrets lie -
But that Grate inviolate -
Comes...
Water makes many Beds
For those averse to sleep -
It's awful chamber open stands -
It's Curtains blandly sweep -
Abhorrent is the Rest
In undulating Rooms
Whose Amplitude no end invades -
Whose Axis n...
La morte non ? altro che un passaggio all'interno di un ciclo unitario, e non la vittoria della luce immortale sulle tenebre mortali.
The pretty Rain from those sweet Eaves
Her unintending Eyes -
Took her own Heart, including our's,
By innocent Surprise -
The wrestle in her simple throat
To hold the feeling down
That vanquished her ...
A still - Volcano - Life -
That flickered in the night -
When it was dark enough to do
Without erasing sight -
A quiet - Earthquake Style -
Too subtle to suspect
By natures this side Naples -
The Nort...
One Sister have I in our house -
And one, a hedge away.
There's only one recorded,
But both belong to me.
One came the road that I came -
And wore my last year's gown -
The other, as a bird her nest,
...
Summer laid her simple Hat
On it's boundless shelf -
Unobserved - a Ribin slipt
Fasten it yourself.
Summer laid her supple Glove
In it's sylvan Drawer -
Wheresoe'er - as was she -
The Affair of Awe.
? poca cosa il pianto
Sono brevi i sospiri
Pure, per fatti di questa misura
Uomini e donne muoiono!
The healed Heart shows it's shallow scar
With confidential moan -
Not mended by Mortality
Are Fabrics truly torn -
To go it's convalescent way
So shameless is to see
More genuine were perfidy
Than suc...
The pungent atom in the Air
Admits of no debate -
All that is named of Summer Days
Relinquished our Estate -
For what Department of Delight
As positive are we
As Limit of Dominion
Or Dams - of Extasy.
Ambition cannot find him -
Affection doesn't know
How many leagues of nowhere
Lie between them now!
Yesterday, undistinguished!
Eminent Today
For our mutual honor,
Immortality!
Hope is a strange invention -
A Patent of the Heart -
In unremitting action
Yet never wearing out -
Of this electric adjunct
Not anything is known
But it's unique momentum
Embellish all we own.
Come fare per dimenticare!
Ma potrebbe insegnarlo?
Si dice sia tra le arti la pi? facile
quando si impara il metodo.
Cuori duri son morti
nell'acquisirla, eppure
il sacrificio per la scienza adesso
?...
The parasol is the umbrella's daughter,
And associates with a fan
While her father abuts the tempest
And abridges the rain.
The former assists a siren
In her serene display;
But her father is borne an...
Baffled for just a day or two -
Embarrassed - not afraid -
Encounter in my garden
An unexpected Maid!
She beckons, and the Woods start -
She nods, and all begin -
Surely, such a country
I was never in
Who occupies this House?
A Stranger I must judge
Since No one know His Circumstance -
'Tis well the name and age
Are writ upon the Door
Or I should fear to pause
Where not so much as Honest Dog
Approa...
I see thee better - in the Dark -
I do not need a Light -
The Love of Thee - a Prism be -
Excelling Violet -
I see thee better for the Years
That pile themselves - between -
The Miner's Lamp - suffici...
The Brain, within it's Groove
Runs evenly - and true -
But let a Splinter swerve -
'Twere easier for You -
To put the Waters back -
When Floods have slit the Hills -
And scooped a Turnpike for Themsel...
One crown that no one seeks
And yet the highest head
It's isolation coveted
It's stigma deified
While Pontius Pilate lives
In whatsoever hell
That coronation pierces him
He recollects it well.
What Inn is this
Where for the night
Peculiar Traveller comes?
Who is the Landlord?
Where the maids?
Behold, what curious rooms!
No ruddy fires on the hearth -
No brimming tankards flow -
Necromancer!...
Papa above!
Regard a Mouse
O'er powered by the Cat!
Reserve within thy kingdom
A "Mansion" for the Rat!
Snug in seraphic Cupboards
To nibble all the day,
While unsuspecting Cycles
Wheel sole...