Poetessa, nato venerdì 10 dicembre 1830 a Amherst, Massachusetts (USA - Stati Uniti d'America), morto sabato 15 maggio 1886 a Amherst, Massachusetts (USA - Stati Uniti d'America)
"Why do I love" You, Sir? Because - The Wind does not require the Grass To answer - Wherefore when He pass She cannot keep Her place. Because He knows - and Do not You - And We know not - Enough for Us The Wisdom it be so -
The Lightning - never asked an Eye Wherefore it shut - when He was by - Because He knows it cannot speak - And reasons not contained - Of Talk - There be - preferred by Daintier Folk -
The Sunrise - Sir - compelleth Me - Because He's Sunrise - and I see - Therefore - Then - I love Thee.
The Manner of it's Death When Certain it must die - 'Tis deemed a privilege to choose - 'Twas Major Andre's Way - When Choice of Life - is past - There yet remains a Love It's little Fate to stipulate -
How small in those who live -
The Miracle to teaze With Babble of the styles - How "they are Dying mostly - now" - And Customs at "St. James"!
We do not play on Graves - Because there is'nt Room - Besides - it isn't even - it slants And People come - And put a Flower on it - And hang their faces so - We're fearing that their Hearts will drop - And crush our pretty play - And so we move as far As Enemies - away - Just looking round to see how far It is - Occasionally. Noi non giochiamo sulle Tombe - Perché non c'è Spazio - Inoltre - non sono piatte - pendono E la Gente arriva - E vi poggia un Fiore - E china talmente il volto - Da farci temere che i loro Cuori cadano - E schiaccino il nostro piacevole gioco - E così ce ne andiamo Via - come dai Nemici - Voltandoci appena per vedere a che distanza Sia - Di tanto in tanto -
'Tis little I - could care for Pearls - Who own the ample sea - Or Brooches - when the Emperor - With Rubies - pelteth me - Or Gold - who am the Prince of Mines - Or Diamonds - when have I A Diadem to fit a Dome - Continual upon me.
I heard a Fly buzz - when I died - The Stillness in the Room Was like the Stillness in the Air - Between the Heaves of Storm - The Eyes around - had wrung them dry - And Breaths were gathering firm For that last Onset - when the King Be witnessed - in the Room -
I willed my Keepsakes - Signed away What portion of me be Assignable - and then it was There interposed a Fly -
With Blue - uncertain - stumbling Buzz - Between the light - and me - And then the Windows failed - and then I could not see to see.
He power to be true to You, Until upon my face The Judgment push His Picture - Presumptuous of Your Place - Of This - Could Man deprive Me - Himself - the Heaven excel - Whose invitation - Your's reduced Until it showed too small.
Live with Him - I see His face - I go no more away For Visitor - or Sundown - Death's single privacy The Only One - forestalling Mine - And that - by Right that He Presents a Claim invisible - No wedlock - granted Me -
I live with Him - I hear His Voice - I stand alive - Today - To witness to the Certainty Of Immortality -
Taught Me - by Time - the lower Way - Conviction - Every day - That Life like This - is stopless - Be Judgment - what it may.
Why make it doubt - it hurts it so - So sick - to guess - So strong - to know - So brave - upon it's little Bed To tell the very last They said Unto Itself - and smile - And shake - For that dear - distant - dangerous - Sake - But - the Instead - the Pinching fear That Something - it did do - or dare - Offend the Vision - and it flee - And They no more remember me - Nor ever turn to tell me why - Oh, Master, This is Misery.