UNA COSA AIXÍ, I LLESTOS

Escriure una cosa així, o cantar-la com Susan McKeown i Natalie Merchant, ni que s'hi assemblés remotament, i llavors ja poder jeure per la resta dels teus dies, passat el sol ponent.

Mentrestant, bon cap de setmana. I visca la Dickinson.





BECAUSE I COULD NOT STOP FOR DEATH

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 –

We passed the School, where Children strove
At Recess – in the Ring –
We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain –
We passed the Setting Sun –

Or rather – He passed us –
The Dews drew quivering and chill –
For only Gossamer, my Gown –
My Tippet – only Tulle –

  Emily Dickinson