TESTO DEL LIED
"Going to him! Happy Letter! Tell him"di Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)
Going to him! Happy Letter! Tell him -
Tell him the page I didn't write;
Tell him I only said the syntax,
And left the verb and the pronoun out.
Tell him just how the fingers hurried,
Then how they waded, slow, slow, slow;
And then you wished you had eyes in your pages,
So you could see what moved them so.
Tell him it wasn't a practised writer,
You guessed, from the way the sentence toiled;
You could hear the bodice tug, behind you,
As if it held but the might of a child;
You almost pitied it, you, it worked so.
Tell him - No, you may quibble there,
For it would split his heart to know it,
And then you and I were silenter.
Tell him night finished before we finished,
And the old clock kept neighing "day!"
And you got sleepy and begged to be ended -
What could it hinder so, to say?
Tell him just how she sealed you, cautious,
But if he ask where you are hid
Until to-morrow, happy letter!
Gesture, coquette, and shake your head!