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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)
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