Emily Dickinson: Frasi in inglese (pagina 2)

“Not knowing when the dawn will come
I open every door.”

“A little Madness in the Spring
Is wholesome even for the King.”

“If I read a book [and] it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry. These are the only ways I know it. Is there any other way?”

“Parting is all we know of Heaven,
and all we need of Hell.”

“Find ecstasy in life; the mere sense of living is joy enough.”

“Wild Nights – Wild Nights!
Were I with thee
Wild Nights should be
Our luxury!

Futile – the winds –
To a heart in port –
Done with the compass –
Done with the chart!

Rowing in Eden –
Ah, the sea!
Might I moor – Tonight –
In thee!”

“The Heart is the Capital of the Mind—
The Mind is a single State—
The Heart and the Mind together make
A single Continent—

One—is the Population—
Numerous enough—
This ecstatic Nation
Seek—it is Yourself.”

“Beauty is not caused. It is.”

“Pardon My Sanity In A World Insane”

“I know nothing in the world that has as much power as a word. Sometimes I write one, and I look at it, until it begins to shine.”

“Dreams — are well — but Waking's better,
If One wake at Morn —
If One wake at Midnight — better —
Dreaming — of the Dawn”

“I died for Beauty — but was scarce
Adjusted in the Tomb,
When One who died for Truth, was lain
In an adjoining Room —”

“He questioned softly "Why I failed"?
"For Beauty," I replied.
"And I — for Truth, — Themself are One —
We Brethren, are", He said —”

“Heart, we will forget him,

You and I, tonight!

You must forget the warmth he gave,

I will forget the light.”

“Truth is so rare, it is delightful to tell it.”

“There is no Frigate like a Book
To take us Lands away
Nor any Coursers like a Page
Of prancing Poetry –
This Traverse may the poorest take
Without oppress of Toll –
How frugal is the Chariot
That bears a Human soul.”

“Hold dear to your parents for it is a scary and confusing world without them.”

“PHOSPHORESCENCE. Now there's a word to lift your hat to… to find that phosphorescence, that light within, that's the genius behind poetry.”

“I don't profess to be profound; but I do lay claim to common sense.”