TESTO DEL LIED"Blazing in gold"
di Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)
Blazing in gold and quenching in purple,
Leaping like leopards to the sky,
Then at the feet of the old horizon
Laying her spotted face, to die;
Stooping as low as the kitchen window,
Touching the roof and tinting the barn,
Kissing her bonnet to the meadow, -
And the juggler of day is gone!