TESTO DEL LIED

"Mine enemy is growing old"
di Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)

Mine enemy is growing old, -
I have at last revenge.
The palate of the hate departs;
If any would avenge, -
Let him be quick, the viand flits,
It is a faded meat.
Anger as soon as fed is dead;
'T is starving makes it fat.