Emily Dickinson was 55 years of age when she died on 15 May 1886 in Amherst, Massachusetts.Some years earlier, in 1866 when Laura Hills Dickey, her neighbours’ daughter, died she informed her sister (“A woman died last week, young and in hope but a little while – at the end of our garden. I thought… Read More Emily Dickinson and Death
A Light exists in SpringNot present on the YearAt any other period –When March is scarcely hereA Color stands abroadOn Solitary FieldsThat Science cannot overtakeBut Human Nature feels. It waits upon the Lawn,It shows the furthest TreeUpon the furthest Slope you knowIt almost speaks to you. Then as Horizons stepOr Noons report awayWithout the Formula… Read More “A Light exists in Spring…”
There is no Frigate like a BookTo take us Lands awayNor any Coursers like a PageOf prancing Poetry –This Traverse may the poorest takeWithout oppress of Toll –How frugal is the ChariotThat bears the Human Soul – Emily Dickinson (born on 10 December 1830) This poem was written in a letter in 1873, and then… Read More There is no Frigate like a Book
11 November is Saint Martin’s day, also known as the Funeral of Saint Martin, because Saint Martin of Tours, who died on 8 November 397, was buried three days later. According to tradition, he cut his cloak in half to share with a beggar during a snowstorm, to save him from the cold harsh winter.In… Read More Estate di San Martino/Indian Summer
Per la chiesa è la giornata degli Angeli Custodi, ma dal 2005 per gli italiani il 2 ottobre è la Festa Nazionale dei Nonni, gli angeli custodi delle nostre famiglie. Questa ricorrenza in altre nazioni può essere celebrata in date differenti. National Grandparents Day is a secular holiday celebrated in several countries on various days… Read More Festa dei nonni 👵👴
The Summer that we did not prize,Her treasures were so easyInstructs us by departing nowAnd recognition lazy – Bestirs itself – puts on its CoatAnd scans with fatal promptnessFor Trains that moment out of sightUnconscious of his smartness – (Emily Dickinson – Poem 1773) When the gifts of summer were close at hand, they went… Read More “The Summer that we did not prize…”
Summer for thee grant I may beWhen summer days are flown!Thy music still when whippoorwillAnd oriole are done! For thee to bloom, I’ll skip the tombAnd sow my blossoms o’er!Pray gather me, Anemone,Thy flower forevermore! Emily Dickinson – Poems (1858) In this poem Emily Dickinson claims that love can do anything. Even death becomes nothing,… Read More Anemone
On 15 May 1886, after two and a half years of ill health, Emily Dickinson died, at the age of 55, of kidney disease in Amherst, Massachusetts. Her obituary for the Springfield Republican ended with the first four lines from one of her poems: “Morns like these, we parted.” Morns like these – we parted.… Read More Emily Dickinson and the Linnet
“The Rainbow Never Tells Me” (97) by Emily Dickinson) The rainbow never tells me That gust and storm are by, Yet is she more convincing Than Philosophy. My flowers turn from Forums— Yet eloquent declare What Cato couldn’t prove me Except the birds were here! The signs of nature (rainbow, flowers, and birds) can reveal… Read More “The Rainbow Never Tells Me”🌈
Stanza 1 I Came to buy a smile – today – But just a single smile – The smallest one upon your face Will suit me just as well – The one that no one else would miss It shone so very small – I’m pleading at the “counter” – sir – Could you afford… Read More “I Came to buy a smile – today –” (2.Analysis)
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