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emily dickinson

  • Emily Dickinson, “sumptuous destitution”(*)

    Success is counted sweetest Vencer parece mais doce By those who ne’er succeed. Àqueles que nunca vencem, To comprehend a nectar Melhor saboream um néctar Requires sorest need Os que na sede esmorecem Not one of all the purple Host… Continue reading

  • Emily Dickinson, “sumptuous destitution”(*)

    Success is counted sweetest Vencer parece mais doce By those who ne’er succeed. Àqueles que nunca vencem, To comprehend a nectar Melhor saboream um néctar Requires sorest need Os que na sede esmorecem Not one of all the purple Host… Continue reading

  • Sábado com Emily Dickinson, 36/100*

    Publication – is the Auction Publicar – é como leiloar Of the Mind of Man – A consciência humana – Poverty – be justifying A pobreza justificaria For so foul a thing Essa mesquinharia Possibly – but We – would… Continue reading

  • Sábado com Emily Dickinson, 36/100*

    Publication – is the Auction Publicar – é como leiloar Of the Mind of Man – A consciência humana – Poverty – be justifying A pobreza justificaria For so foul a thing Essa mesquinharia Possibly – but We – would… Continue reading

  • Sábado com Emily Dickinson Ou 35/100*

    Mes chers amis: Que o vosso fim-de-semana seja de bom repouso e alegrias em família. A Spider sewed at Night Without a Light Upon an Arc of White. If Ruff it was of Dame Or Shroud of Gnome Himself himself… Continue reading

  • Emily Dickinson, 33/100*

    Pain…(650) Pain – has an Element of Blank – It cannot recollect When it begun – or if there were A time when it was not – It has no Future – but itself – Its Infinite contain Its Past… Continue reading

  • Emily Dickinson, 32/100*

    Hoje cedo postei este 32º. poema de Emily, sem lembrar-me que esse havia sido o 2º. da série (em 2008). Portanto, meus 3 leitores ganham mais um poema do mesmo volume – ver Fonte (1 e 2*) – que espero… Continue reading

  • Emily Dickinson, 31/100*

    Shall I take thee, the Poet said To the propunded word? Be stationed with the Candidates Til I have finer tried – The Poet searched Philology And when about to ring For the suspended Candidate There came unsummoned in –… Continue reading

  • Emily Dickinson, 30/100*

    I sing to use the Waiting My Bonnet but to tie And shut the Door unto my House No more to do have I Till His best step approaching We journey to the Day And tell each other how We… Continue reading

  • Emily Dickinson, 29/100*

    Some things that fly there be Birds – Hours – the Bumblebee Of these no Elegy. Some things that stay there be – Grief – Hills – Eternity Nor this behooveteh me. There are that resting, rise. Can I expound… Continue reading