D where am I going?
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Where do I go? I continue to ask me in a vicious cycle that never closes. In my head strolling several thousand thoughts that claim the same attention, obligations, commitments, digressions, all shouting the same, identical way.
It seems to me not to move, to be bogged down, to see the future going without me.
Where are you going? What are you doing, I wonder?
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Here we are again and here, again, on Wednesday. The day of poetry.
Today I will share with you the work of a poet who has rolling up the pace to perfection and the word: Emily Dickinson.
Council at all, as far as possible, to read his poems in the language. They are like free air again. Sweet success appears
& # 160; , & # 160; Success is counted sweetest
To those who have not ever had. & # 160; , & # 160; , & # 160; By ne'er Those Who Succeed. To comprehend a nectar
it takes & # 160; To comprehend a nectar
The fiercest thirst. & # 160; , & # 160; , & # 160; Requires sorest need.
not only a brave troop of purple & # 160; & # 160; Not one of all the purple Host Who now has won
flag & # 160; , & # 160; Who Took the Flag today
could define victory & # 160; & # 160; Can tell the definition So clear
& # 160; & # 160; So clear of Victory As
won the dying - and on whose & # 160; As he defeated - dying - far from burst ear
Disappointed , & # 160; ; On Whose
forbidden ear The notes of triumph & # 160; & # 160; & # 160; The distant strains of triumph
Strazianti e chiare!                                                                   Burst agonized and chear!
(translation by Guido Errante)
