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toy harp n°1
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The Ecstasy to guess,
Were a receipted Bliss
If Grace could talk -
Emily Dickinson
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toy harp n°2
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Not knowing when the Dawn will come,
I open every Door,
Or has it Feathers, like a Bird,
Or Billows, like a Shore -
Emily Dickinson
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toy harp n°5
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Morning, that comes but once,
Considers coming twice -
Two Dawns upon a single Morn
Make Life a sudden price -
Emily Dickinson
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Sunset that screens, reveals -
Enhancing what we see
By menaces of Amethyst
And Moats of Mystery.
Emily Dickinson
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toy harp n°9 (+ piano)
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This World is not Conclusion.
A sequel stands beyond -
Invisible, as Music -
But positive, as Sound -
It beckons, and it baffles -
Philosophy, dont know -
And through a Riddle, at the last -
Sagacity, must go -
To guess it, puzzles scholars -
To gain it, Men have borne
Contempt of Generations
And Crucifixion, shown -
Faith slips - and laughs, and rallies -
Blushes, if any see -
Plucks at a twig of Evidence -
And asks a Vane, the way -
Much Gesture, from the Pulpit -
Strong Hallelujahs roll -
Narcotics cannot still the Tooth
That nibbles at the soul -
Emily Dickinson
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Better - than Music! For I - who heard it -
I was used - to the Birds - before -
This - was different - 'Twas Translation -
Of all tunes I knew - and more -
'Twas'nt contained - like other stanza -
No one could play it - the second time -
But the Composer - perfect Mozart -
Perish with him - that keyless Rhyme!
So - Children - told how Brooks in Eden -
Bubbled a better - melody -
Quaintly infer - Eve's great surrender -
Urging the feet - that would - not - fly -
Children - matured - are wiser - mostly -
Eden - a legend - dimly told -
Eve - and the Anguish - Grandame's story -
But - I was telling a tune - I heard -
Not such a strain - the Church - baptizes -
When the last Saint - goes up the Aisles -
Not such a stanza splits the silence -
When the Redemption strikes her Bells -
Let me not spill - it's smallest cadence -
Humming - for promise - when alone -
Humming - until my faint Rehearsal -
Drop into tune - around the Throne -
Emily Dickinson
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toy harp n°19
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Beauty - be not caused - It Is -
Chase it, and it ceases -
Chase it not, and it abides -
Overtake the Creases
In the Meadow - when the Wind
Runs his fingers thro' it -
Deity will see to it
That You never do it -
Emily Dickinson
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Our share of night to bear -
Our share of morning -
Our blank in bliss to fill,
Our blank in scorning -
Here a star, and there a star,
Some lose their way!
Here a mist - and there a mist -
Afterwards - Day!
Emily Dickinson
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Will there really be a "morning"?
Is there such a thing as "Day"?
Could I see it from the mountains
If I were as tall as they?
Has it feet like Water lilies?
Has it feathers like a Bird?
Is it brought from famous countries
Of which I have never heard?
Oh some Scholar! Oh some Sailor!
Oh some Wise Man from the skies!
Please to tell a little Pilgrim
Where the place called "morning" lies!
Emily Dickinson
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Marco Lucchi Modena, Italy
a mellow artist aging 66. He loves and releases eclectic music that goes from post-classical to drone. His fav device is the mellotron.
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