Dolce far niente (A something in a summer’s Day, Emily Dickinson)

Dolce far niente


Feodor Vasilyev, Op het eiland Valaam, 1869


 A something in a summer’s Day

A something in a summer’s Day
As slow her flambeaux burn away
Which solemnizes me.

A something in a summer’s noon —
A depth — an Azure — a perfume —
Transcending ecstasy.

And still within a summer’s night
A something so transporting bright
I clap my hands to see —

Then veil my too inspecting face
Lets such a subtle — shimmering grace
Flutter too far for me —

The wizard fingers never rest —
The purple brook within the breast
Still chafes it narrow bed —

Still rears the East her amber Flag —
Guides still the sun along the Crag
His Caravan of Red —

So looking on — the night — the morn
Conclude the wonder gay —
And I meet, coming thro’ the dews
Another summer’s Day!

Emily Dickinson (10 december 1830 – 15 mei 1886)


Zie voor de schrijvers van de 22e juli ook mijn blog van 2 juli 2011 deel 1 en ook deel 2 en eveneens mijn blog van 22 juli 2012.