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“Of that so sweet imprisonment” – by James Joyce

Of that so sweet imprisonment My soul, dearest, is fain – Soft arms that woo me to relent And woo me to detain. Ah, could they ever hold me there Gladly were I a prisoner! Dearest, through interwoven arms By … Continua a leggere

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“This heart that flutters near my heart” James Joyce

(Chamber music – XXIII) This heart that flutters near my heart My hope ad all my riches is, Unhappy when we draw apart And happy between kiss and kiss; My hope and all my riches – yes! – And all … Continua a leggere

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“I never spoke with God” – Emily Dickinson

I never saw a moor, I never saw the sea; Yet know I how the heather looks, And what a wave must be. I never spoke with God, nor visited in heaven; Yet certain am I of the spot As … Continua a leggere

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“Wild nights” – Emily Dickinson

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 but moor … Continua a leggere

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“The charlot” – Emily Dickinson

Because I could not stop for Death, he kindly stopped for me; the carriage held but just ourselves and Immortality. We slowly drove, he knew no haste, and I had put away my labor, and my leisure too, for his civility. … Continua a leggere

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“Some industry must be” – Emily Dickinson

I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I could finish enmity. Nor had I time to love; but since some industry must be, The little toil of love, I … Continua a leggere

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“A thunder storm” – Emily Dickinson

The wind begun to rock the grass with threatening tunes and low, – he threw a menace at the earth, a menace at the sky. The leaves unhooked themselves from trees and started all abroad; the dust did scoop itself  … Continua a leggere

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