su quella poltrona che impone a chi annega nel duolo il quotidiano cammino, pure se ancora ragiona con chi s'è nel tempo smarrito ha il suo lavoro confuso, errato perché non ha mai capito che non si confonde un calzare, con il migliore vestito.
Angelo Cora
Going to Heaven!
I dont know when -
Pray do not ask me how!
Indeed I'm too astonished
To think of answering you!
Going to Heaven!
How dim it sounds!
And yet it will be done
As sure as flocks go home at night
Unto the Shepherd's arm!
Perhaps you're going too!
Who knows?
If you sh'd get there first
Save just a little space for me
Close to the two I lost -
The smallest "Robe" will fit me
And just a bit of "Crown" -
For you know we do not mind our dress
When we are going home -
I'm glad I dont believe it
For it w'd stop my breath -
And I'd like to look a little more
At such a curious Earth!
I am glad they did believe it
Whom I have never found
Since the mighty autumn afternoon
I left them in the ground.
Emily Dickinson
Angelo Cora
Going to Heaven!
I dont know when -
Pray do not ask me how!
Indeed I'm too astonished
To think of answering you!
Going to Heaven!
How dim it sounds!
And yet it will be done
As sure as flocks go home at night
Unto the Shepherd's arm!
Perhaps you're going too!
Who knows?
If you sh'd get there first
Save just a little space for me
Close to the two I lost -
The smallest "Robe" will fit me
And just a bit of "Crown" -
For you know we do not mind our dress
When we are going home -
I'm glad I dont believe it
For it w'd stop my breath -
And I'd like to look a little more
At such a curious Earth!
I am glad they did believe it
Whom I have never found
Since the mighty autumn afternoon
I left them in the ground.
Emily Dickinson