(1830-1886) Portrait
Guidu Antonietta Di CINARCA
If I am no longer living
the return of robins ,
Gives the Red Throttled
A crumb of the Memorial.If I can not say thank you,
Because of a deep sleep,
Try at least I'm trying With my lips
Granite!
Emily Dickinson writes only in the mystery, but it the mystery of existence and this mystery through it. The wide open spaces of America, she runs inside the same house, where she spent without a partner but not without love her too short years.
At these poems first complex, yet never fails the fundamental simplicity of living among the living:
My letter to the World
who has never written -
The simple News that the Nature told - With tender majesty
His message is entrusted to the hands that I do not see -
For the Love of Her - Sweet - countrymen - Judge Me
with - tenderness
This volume is the recovery in public collection of an anthology of fifty pieces, published in 1998 in this beautiful translation: this (pending hypothetical Complete Works ) a great.
Jean-Marie Perret
- Emily Dickinson Locality eternity , Selected Poems, trans. and meadows. Patrick Reumaux bilingual. Le Seuil, Points / Poetry, Oct. 2007.
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