To make a prairie. Emily Dickinson

To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee,
One clover, and a bee.
And revery.
The revery alone will do,
If bees are few.

 

Emily Dickinson

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I dwell in Possibility. Emily Dickinson

Habito na Possibilidade —
Uma Casa mais bela do que a Prosa —
Em Janelas mais numerosa —
Em Portas — superior —

De Quartos como Cedros —
Impregnáveis ao Olhar —
E por Telhado Duradouro
Os Telhados do Céu —

De Visitantes — a mais bela —
Isto — para a Ocupar —
O abrir largo as minhas Mãos estreitas
Para colher o Paraíso —

Emily Dickinson

I dwell in Possibility –

A fairer House than Prose –

More numerous of Windows –

Superior – for Doors –

Of Chambers as the Cedars –

Impregnable of eye –

And for an everlasting Roof

The Gambrels of the Sky –

Of Visitors – the fairest –

For Occupation – This –

The spreading wide my narrow Hands

To gather Paradise –

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Time and Eternity, CXIV. Emily Dickinson

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 sang
To keep the dark away.
Emily Dickinson

My life, Emily Dickinson

 

My life closed twice before its close –
It yet remains to see
If Immortality unveil
A third event to me

So huge, so hopeless to conceive
As these that twice befell.
Parting is all we know of heaven,
And all we need of hell.

Emily Dickinson

A minha vida fechou-se duas vezes antes de se fechar –
Mas fica por saber
Se a imortalidade me revela
Um evento maior

Tão largo, tão incrível de pensar
Como estes que sobre ela duas vezes tombaram.
Partir é tudo o que sabemos do céu,
Tudo o que do inferno se pode precisar.

Trad. Ana Cristina Amaral

Pintua: indefinite divisibility, Yves Tanguy

The Soul unto itself, Emily Dickinson

The Soul unto itself
Is an imperial friend –
Or the most agonizing Spy –
An Enemy – could send –

Secure against its own –
No treason it can fear –
Itself – its Sovereign – of itself
The Soul should stand in Awe –

Emily Dickinson