Poesia di Emily Dickinson

Pubblicata il 20 agosto 2006 alle 16:12

I prayed, at first, a little Girl,
Because they told me to -
But stopped, when qualified to guess
How prayer would feel - to me -
If I believed God looked around,
Each time my Childish eye
Fixed full, and steady, on his own
In Childish honesty -

And told him what I'd like, today,
And parts of his far plan
That baffled me -
The mingled side
Of his Divinity -

And often since, in Danger,
I count the force 'twould be
To have a God so strong as that
To hold my life for me

Till I could Catch my Balance
That slips so easy, now,
It takes me all the while to poise -
And then - it does'nt stay -.