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[Simor]

Između sveta oko sebe i poezije, izabrala je poeziju, izabrala je unutrašnju slobodu. Zatvorila se u očevu kuću i iz nje nije izlazila do smrti. Pisala je sjajnu poeziju - bila je daleko ispred svog vremena, originalan glas u poeziji.

Pošto smo na gej sajtu (ovo čisto podsećanja radi, a ako vam se učini da je drugačije), a i sva je prilika da je Dickinson bila lezbejka, za početak ova pesma:

Nju videti - to je Slika -
Nju čuti - to je Muzika -
Nju znati - to te Pjanstvom puni
Nevinim kao Juni -
Potištenost je - nju ne znati -
Za prijatelja nju imati
To tako bliska toplina je
Ko Sunce šta ti s Dlana sjaje

[~ Le Saint X ~]

Emily Dickinson!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Moj omiljeni pesnik!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Imam zbirku njenih pesama - na engleskom naravno!
Ona mi je bila i tema na Diplomskom ispitu iz Anglo-americke knjizevnosti!

Her poems are JUST E X T R A O R D I N A R Y !!!!!!!!!


I'm Nobody! Who are you?
Are you Nobody Too?
Then there's a pair of us!
Don't tell! they'd advertise you know!

How dreary to be Somebody!
How public like a Frog
To tell one's name the livelong June
To an admiring Bog!



Success is counted sweetest
By those who ne'er succeed.
To comprehend a nectar
Requires sorest need.

[~ Le Saint X ~]

Evo dela jednog od (ljubavnih) pisama koje je slala Suzan


"I miss you, mourn for you, and walk the Streets alone -- often at night, beside, I fall asleep in tears, for your dear face, yet not one word comes back to me from that silent West, If it is finished, tell me, and I will raise the lid to my box of Phantoms, and lay one more love in; but if it lives and beats still, still lives and beats for me, then say so, and I will strike the strings to one more strain of happiness before I die."

[deželaš]

Originally posted by Simor

... a i sva je prilika da je Dickinson bila lezbejka

u šoku sam - zar se ona nije zatvorila zbog zaljubljenosti u sveštenika? meni ispričali tu priču, našli je u pogovoru.

prevodioca na srpski!

[ns.happy]

mhm... da.. da je truman kapoti kojim slucajem bio lektira, verovatno bi i on bio hetero... kao ducic...

[deželaš]

ali emili čak nije ni u lektiri! dakle, i posle smrti:

zajebana.

[Simor]

Originally posted by deželaš
u šoku sam - zar se ona nije zatvorila zbog zaljubljenosti u sveštenika?

E, to je jedna verzija. Po drugoj verziji zatvorila se zbog zaljubljenosti u ženu.

Njeno lezbejstvo se, recimo, može naslutiti iz sledećih pesama:

Her breast is fit for pearls,
Bu t I was not a 'Diver' -
Her brow is fit for thrones
But I have not a crest.
Her heart is fit for home-
I - a Sparrow - build there
Sweet of twigs and twine
My perennial nest.

---

Her sweet Weight on my Heart a Night
Had scarcely deigned to lie -
When, stirring, for Belief's delight,
My Bride had slipped away

If 'twas a Dream - made solid - just
The Heaven to confirm -
Or if Myself were dreamed of Her -
The power to presume -

With Him remain - who unto Me -
Gave - even as to All -
A Fiction superseding Faith -
By so much - as 'twas real

---

Now I knew I lost her -
Not that she was gone-
But Remoteness travelled
On her Face and Tongue.

Alien, though adjoining
As a Foreign Race
Traversed she though pausing
Latitudeless Place

Elements Unaltered
Universe the same
But Love's transmigration
Somehow this had come

Henceforth to remember
Nature took the Day
I had paid so much for-
His is Penury
Not who toils for Freedom
Or for Family
But the Restitution
Of Idolatry.

---

Frigid and sweet Her parting Face -
Frigid and fleet my Feet-
Alien and vain whatever Clime
Acrid whatever Fate.

Given to me without the Suit
Riches and Name and Realm-
Who was She to withold from me
Penury and Home?

---

To see her is a Picture
To hear her is a Tune
To know her an Intemperance
As innocent as June

To know her not - Affliction -
To own her for a Friend
A warmth as near as if the Sun
Were shining in your Hand.

[~ Le Saint X ~]

Ja moram da priznam da do sada nisam nailazio na pesme koje je ona posvetila zeni ili nesto slicno tome...
Koliko ja znam ( a bavio se simbolima u njenoj poeziji) uvek kada je ona spominjala HER & SHE to se odnosilo na DEATH

Ali...
Ove pesme bas deluju lesbian!!!!

Ne znam...Mozda je sve ovo ovako jer sam ja bio odusevljen njenim pesmama o smrti...

[mrle]

Wild Nights – Wild Nights!
Were I with thee
Wild Nights should be
Our luxury!

Futile – the Winds –
To a Heart in port –
Done with the Compass –
Done with the Chart!

Rowing in Eden –
Ah, the Sea!
Might I but moor – Tonight –
In Thee!

Pesma o ljubavnom zanosu, o strastvenom cinu... u kom se i vreme, i prostor, i sve granice potiru...

[~ Le Saint X ~]

Ma........Emily RULES!!!!!!!!



Poems That Indicate a Break Down, Perhaps Psychosis

#280 (1861) I felt a funeral, in my Brain,

#252 (1861) I can wade Grief --

#937 (1864) I felt a cleaving in my mind

#341 After a great pain, a formal feeling comes --



What was this great pain? Some of the theories are

1) Rejecting mother.

2) Dominating father

3) Austin and Sue -- a double sexual loss

4) Religious crisis

5) Love tragedy -- as indicated by the Master letters

6) Homosexual longings -- grief at understanding this aspect of herself, an aspect always to be denied in the conventional trappings of life in Amherst, Mass. In the nineteenth century.

7) Failure to publish

[Simor]

Originally posted by Renoir
What was this great pain? Some of the theories are

1) Rejecting mother.

2) Dominating father

3) Austin and Sue -- a double sexual loss

4) Religious crisis

5) Love tragedy -- as indicated by the Master letters

6) Homosexual longings -- grief at understanding this aspect of herself, an aspect always to be denied in the conventional trappings of life in Amherst, Mass. In the nineteenth century.

7) Failure to publish

A tačan odgovor, po tvom mišljenju, je...?

[~ Le Saint X ~]

5)

koja moze biti povezana sa 6)

[hlaefdige]

Originally posted by Renoir
Emily Dickinson!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Moj omiljeni pesnik!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Imam zbirku njenih pesama - na engleskom naravno!
Ona mi je bila i tema na Diplomskom ispitu iz Anglo-americke knjizevnosti!

Her poems are JUST E X T R A O R D I N A R Y !!!!!!!!!


I'm Nobody! Who are you?
Are you Nobody Too?
Then there's a pair of us!
Don't tell! they'd advertise you know!

How dreary to be Somebody!
How public like a Frog
To tell one's name the livelong June
To an admiring Bog!



Success is counted sweetest
By those who ne'er succeed.
To comprehend a nectar
Requires sorest need.

nobody!!! cim sam videla temu odmah mi je to palo na pamet!!!

[mrle]

HEART, we will forget him!
You and I, to-night!
You may forget the warmth he gave,
I will forget the light.

When you have done, pray tell me,
That I my thoughts may dim;
Haste! lest while you’re lagging,
I may remember him!

[Simor]

Originally posted by hlaefdige

Originally posted by Renoir
I'm Nobody! Who are you?
Are you Nobody Too?
Then there's a pair of us!
Don't tell! they'd advertise you know!

How dreary to be Somebody!
How public like a Frog
To tell one's name the livelong June
To an admiring Bog!



Success is counted sweetest
By those who ne'er succeed.
To comprehend a nectar
Requires sorest need.

nobody!!! cim sam videla temu odmah mi je to palo na pamet!!!

Ja sam u srednjoj školi radio referat (čuj! referat!) u vezi pesme Nobody. I tada sam pomenuo njeno moguće lezbejstvo. Eto, aktivista još sa sedamnaest godina.

[Egon]

a inache je bila manichno-depresivna


evo jedne manichne pesme



A LITTLE WHILE, a little while,
The weary task is put away,
And I can sing and I can smile,
Alike, while I have holiday.

Where wilt thou go, my harassed heart--
What thought, what scene invites thee now
What spot, or near or far apart,
Has rest for thee, my weary brow?

There is a spot, 'mid barren hills,
Where winter howls, and driving rain;
But, if the dreary tempest chills,
There is a light that warms again.

The house is old, the trees are bare,
Moonless above bends twilight's dome;
But what on earth is half so dear--
So longed for--as the hearth of home?

The mute bird sitting on the stone,
The dank moss dripping from the wall,
The thorn-trees gaunt, the walks o'ergrown,
I love them--how I love them all!

Still, as I mused, the naked room,
The alien firelight died away;
And from the midst of cheerless gloom,
I passed to bright, unclouded day.

A little and a lone green lane
That opened on a common wide;
A distant, dreamy, dim blue chain
Of mountains circling every side.

A heaven so clear, an earth so calm,
So sweet, so soft, so hushed an air;
And, deepening still the dream-like charm,
Wild moor-sheep feeding everywhere.

THAT was the scene, I knew it well;
I knew the turfy pathway's sweep,
That, winding o'er each billowy swell,
Marked out the tracks of wandering sheep.

Could I have lingered but an hour,
It well had paid a week of toil;
But Truth has banished Fancy's power:
Restraint and heavy task recoil.

Even as I stood with raptured eye,
Absorbed in bliss so deep and dear,
My hour of rest had fleeted by,
And back came labour, bondage, care.

[~ Le Saint X ~]

Uzeo da citam njene pesme sad...
i ponovo...
otkrio jednu novu pesmu...
i...
ONA JE PROSTO FENOMENALNA!!!!!!!!!!!!

Thanx God that she existed!

[Simor]

Originally posted by Renoir
ONA JE PROSTO FENOMENALNA!!!!!!!!!!!!

Thanx God that she existed!

Jako se slažemo glede ovoga.

[~ Le Saint X ~]

I HAD no time to hate, because
The grave would hinder me,
And life was not so ample I
Could finish enmity.

Nor had I time to love; but since
Some industry must be,
The little toil of love, I thought,
Was large enough for me.

[Simor]

Hej, a jel' znaš za ovaj sajt:
http://www.bartleby.com/113/

"Online publication of The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson, containing over 595 poems."

[~ Le Saint X ~]

Da...sa njega i pejstovao pesmu

Et Toq!

[~ Le Saint X ~]

Sinoc uzeo zbirku njenih pesama i otkrio nekoliko novih...

opet...
SJAJNE!

IN VAIN.

I CANNOT live with you,
It would be life,
And life is over there
Behind the shelf

The sexton keeps the key to,
Putting up
Our life, his porcelain,
Like a cup

Discarded of the housewife,
Quaint or broken;
A newer Sevres pleases,
Old ones crack.

I could not die with you,
For one must wait
To shut the other's gaze down, --
You could not.

And I, could I stand by
And see you freeze,
Without my right of frost,
Death's privilege?

Nor could I rise with you,
Because your face
Would put out Jesus',
That new grace

Glow plain and foreign
On my homesick eye,
Except that you, than he
Shone closer by.

They'd judge us -- how?
For you served Heaven, you know,
Or sought to;
I could not,

Because you saturated sight,
And I had no more eyes
For sordid excellence
As Paradise.

And were you lost, I would be,
Though my name
Rang loudest
On the heavenly fame.

And were you saved,
And I condemned to be
Where you were not,
That self were hell to me.

So we must keep apart,
You there, I here,
With just the door ajar
That oceans are,
And prayer,
And that pale sustenance,
Despair!

[~ Le Saint X ~]

OVa je

znaci...predivno, predivno, predivno!


If you were coming in the fall,
I'd brush the summer by
With half a smile and half a spurn,
As housewives do a fly.

If I could see you in a year,
I'd wind the months in balls,
And put them each in separate drawers,
Until their time befalls.

If only centuries delayed,
I'd count them on my hand,
Subtracting till my fingers dropped
Into Van Diemen's land.

If certain, when this life was out,
That yours and mine should be,
I'd toss it yonder like a rind,
And taste eternity.

But now, all ignorant of the length
Of time's uncertain wing,
It goads me, like the goblin bee,
That will not state its sting.

[~ Le Saint X ~]

Going to him! Happy letter
Tell him
tell him the page I didn't write...

[~ Le Saint X ~]

...Tell him night finished before we finished...

[~ Le Saint X ~]

Emili... sjajna sjajna sjajna...