Emily Dickinson

(letter directed to Louis and Frances Nocross in March of 1873). The history of Emily is the one of a drop that struggles in the sea. If so that battle was not stops to excel, on the contrary she looked for to disappear. In a poem she wrote: How horrible to be somebody! /Impudicia What. What would think Emily Dickinson of their world-wide fame? Its poetry renewed the panorama of Literature and since then its name is a reference forced for specialists and readers. According to their biographer, George Frisbie, the poems of Emily Dickinson, the last and, from an artistic point of view, more perfect product of the Renaissance of the New England, have calmly reached the rank of classic of North American Literature. and I diminish more ahead in the same paragraph he affirms Its work, he has gained an increasing number of readers who understood the high integrity of their poetic crafts and those who it would not happen oneself to them to exclude it from the North American letters, as could not do it with Poe, Emerson or Whitman. More recently Harold is it to Bloom including in its canon of the West like the unique woman deserving poet of such privilege.

The translations of the three poems that accompany this note were made on the other writer admirable, the Argentinean Silvina Ocampo. 89 Some things birds have fly hours bumblebee of these does not have chose. Some things it has are, that are there pain mountains eternity nor these worried to me. Some it has resting, rise. Can I interpret skies? How immovable the riddle lies! (1859) 190 It was weak, I was strong later he left I made I it pass I I was weak, and the strong era then left I it guided to me house. The door was not far was closed was not dark he also advanced was no noise, he did not say to anything that was what I more wished to know. The day no burst in we had to separate to us was stronger now he fought I I also fought We did not do in spite of everything! (1860) 376 Is clear that I said and to God it mattered to him? it concerned so much to him as if a bird in the air struck with its leg and would shout dame reason life that had not had without more pious you had been in the tomb of the atom to leave me glad, annihilated, happy and dumb instead of this penetrating misery.

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