Light

Velas, originally uploaded by Ana Santander.

The Poets light but Lamps—
Themselves—go out—
The Wicks they stimulate—
If vital Light

Inhere as do the Suns—
Each Age a Lens
Disseminating their
Circumference—

Emily Dickinson

Algo existe

Farol de Itapuã, originally uploaded by Pinkuiro.

Algo existe num dia de verão,
No lento apagar de suas chamas,
Que me implele a ser solene.

Algo, num meio-dia de verão,
Uma fundura - um azul - uma fragrância,
Que o êxtase transcende.

Há, também, numa noite de verão,
Algo tão brilhante e arrebatador
Que só para ver aplaudo -

E escondo minha face inquisidora
Receando que um encanto assim tão trêmulo
E sutil, de mim se escape.

Algo existe - Emily Dickinson

To make a prairie...

Abelha, originally uploaded by Ana Santander.

To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, One clover, and a bee, And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.


Emily Dickinson

A Thunderstorm

Pretty leaf..., originally uploaded by Azorina.

"The wind begun to rock the grass
With threatening tunes and low, -
He flung a menace at the earth,
A menace at the sky.

The leaves unhooked themselves from trees
And started all abroad;
The dust did scoop itself like hands
And throw away the road.

The wagons quickened on the streets,
The thunder hurried slow;
The lightning showed a yellow beak,
And then a livid claw.

The birds put up the bars to nests,
The cattle fled to barns;
There came one drop of giant rain,
And then, as if the hands

That held the dams had parted hold,
The waters wrecked the sky,
But overlooked my father's house,
Just quartering a tree."

A Thunderstorm - Emily Dickinson

The bee...

Bzzzz..., originally uploaded by Azorina.

The bee is not afraid of me,
I know the butterfly;
The pretty people in the woods
Receive me cordially.
...

Emily Dickinson (1830–86)

Heaven is...

Não é nenhum poema..., originally uploaded by Joe Taruga.

Heaven is what I cannot reach!
The apple on the tree,
Provided it do hopeless hang,
That "heaven" is, to me.


The color on the cruising cloud,
The interdicted ground
Behind the hill, the house behind, --
There Paradise is found!


Emily Dickinson

Fantasia...

Carrying pollen, originally uploaded by eloisavh.

São necessários um trevo
e uma abelha,
para fazer uma pradaria,
um trevo, uma abelha,
e...fantasia!
Apenas a fantasia bastará
se poucas abelhas há!

Emily Dickson

Hope is the thing with feathers...

Alvéola-amarela (Motacilla flava) Yellow wagtail, originally uploaded by Maria Rego.

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul.
And sings the tune
Without the words,
and never stops at all.


Emily Dickinson