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Mother nature,

The robin,

The butterfly's day,

The bluebird,

April &

My rose

Emily Dickinson

Texte choisis, transcrits & modifiés légèrement par Dina Sahyouni

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​​​​​Crédit photo :  Emily Dickinson enfant de 9 ans, dessin en noir et blanc, domaine public, Wikimedia.

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Les poèmes ci-dessous proviennent du recueil de la poète DICKINSON Emily (1830-1886), Poems, Second series, Edited by two of her friends, T. W. HIGGINSON and Mabel LOOMIS TODD, Boston, Little, Brown, and Company, 1920, « Nature », pp. 111-112, 117, 118-119, 120, 121 & 124. Cet ouvrage est tombé dans le domaine public.

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Mother nature

I

Nature, the gentlest mother,

Impatient of no child,

The feeblest or the waywardest, –

Her admonition mild

In forest and the hill

By traveller is heard,

Restraining rampant squirrel

Or too impetuous bird.

How fair her conversation,

A summer afternoon, –

Her household, her assembly ;

And when the sun goes down

Her voice among the aisles

Incites the timid prayer

Of the minutest cricket,

The most unworthy flower.

When all the children sleep

She turns as long away

As will suffice to light her lamps ;

Then, bending from the sky

With infinite affection

And infiniter care,

Her golden finger on her lip,

Wills silence everywhere.

The robin

VI

The robin is the one

That interrupts the morn

With hurried, few, express reports

When March is scarcely on.

The robin is the one

That overflows the noon

With her cherubic quantity,

An April but begun ?

The robin is the one

That speechless from her nest

Submits that home and certainty

And sanctity are best.

The butterfly's day

VII

From cocoon forth a butterfly

As lady from her door

Emerged – a summer afternoon –

Repairing everywhere,

Without design, that I could trace,

Except to stray abroad

On miscellaneous enterprise

The clovers understood.

Her pretty parasol was seen

Contracting in a field

Where men made hay, then struggling hard

With an opposing cloud,

Where parties, phantom as herself,

To Nowhere seemed to go

In purposeless circumference,

As 't were a tropic show.

And notwithstanding bee that worked,

And flower that zealous blew,

This audience of idleness

Disdained them, from the sky,

Till sundown crept, a steady tide,

And men that made the hay,

And afternoon, and butterfly,

Extinguished in its sea.

The bluebird

VIII

Before you thought of spring,

Except as a surmise,

You see, God bless his suddenness,

A fellow in the skies

Of independent hues,

A little weather-worn,

Inspiriting habiliments

Of indigo and brown.

With specimens of song,

As if for you to choose,

Discrection in the interval,

With gay delays he goes

To some superior tree

Without a single leaf,

And shouts for joy to nobody

But his seraphic self !

April

IX

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An altered look about the hills ;

A Tyrian light the village fills ;

A wider sunrise in the dawn ;

A deeper twilight on the lawn ;

A print of a vermilion foot ;

A purple finger on the slope ;

A flippant fly upon the pane ;

A spider at his trade again ;

An added strut in chanticleer ;

A flower expected enverswhere ;

An axe shrill singing in the woods ;

Fern-odors on untravelled roads, – 

All this, and more I cannot tell,

A furtive look you know as well,

And Nicodemus' mystery

Receives its annual reply.

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My rose

XI

Pigmy seraphs gone astray,

Velvet people from Vevay,

Belles from some lost summer day,

Bees' exclusive coterie.

Paris could not lay the fold

Belted down with emerald ;

Venice could not show a cheek

Of a tint so lustrous meek.

Nerver such an ambuscade

As of brier and leaf displayed

For my little damask maid.

I had rather wear her grace

Than an earl's distinguished face ;

I had rather dwell like her

Than be Duke of Exeter

Royalty enough for me

To subdue the bumble-bee !

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Pour citer ces poèmes printaniers & colorés 

Emily Dickinson, « Mother nature », « The robin », « The butterfly's day », « The Bluebird », « April » & « My rose », poèmes extraits de DICKINSON Emily (1830-1886), Poems, Second series, (1920), ont été choisis, transcrits & modifiés légèrement par Dina Sahyouni pour Le Pan poétique des muses|Revue féministe, internationale & multilingue de poésie entre théories & pratiques : Événement poétique|Megalesia 2021/I « Poésies printanières & colorées », mis en ligne le 4 mai 2021. Url : 

http://www.pandesmuses.fr/megalesia21/ed-myrose