Un article de Wiki Agreg-Ink.

Agrégation externe 2009-2010 (page en construction)

Bibliographies

Edition de référence

Poèmes au programme :

303

The Soul selects her own Society –

Then – shuts the Door –

To her divine Majority –

Present no more –

Unmoved – she notes the Chariots – pausing –

At her low Gate –

Unmoved – an Emperor be kneeling

Upon her Mat –

I've known her – from an ample nation –

Choose One –

Then – close the Valves of her attention –

Like Stone --

304

The Day came slow – till Five o'clock –

Then sprang before the Hills

Like Hindered Rubies – or the Light

A Sudden Musket – spills –

The Purple could not keep the East –

The Sunrise shook abroad

Like Breadths of Topaz – packed a Night –

The Lady just unrolled –

The Happy Winds – their Timbrels took –

The Birds – in docile Rows

Arranged themselves around their Prince

The Wind – is Prince of Those –

The Orchard sparkled like a Jew –

How mighty 'twas – to be

A Guest in this stupendous place –

The Parlor – of the Day --

305

The difference between Despair

And Fear – is like the One

Between the instant of a Wreck –

And when the Wreck has been –

The Mind is smooth – no Motion –

Contented as the Eye

Upon the Forehead of a Bust –

That knows – it cannot see –

306

The Soul's Superior instants

Occur to Her – alone –

When friend – and Earth's occasion

Have infinite withdrawn –

Or She – Herself – ascended

To too remote a Height

For lower Recognition

Than Her Omnipotent –

This Mortal Abolition

Is seldom – but as fair

As Apparition – subject

To Autocratic Air –

Eternity's disclosure

To favorites – a few –

Of the Colossal substance

Of Immortality

307

The One who could repeat the Summer day –

Were greater than itself – though

He Minutest of Mankind should be –

And He – could reproduce the Sun –

At period of going down –

The Lingering – and the Stain – I mean –

When Orient have been outgrown

And Occident – become Unknown –

His Name – remain --

308 I send Two Sunsets –

Day and I – in competition ran –

I finished Two – and several Stars –

While He – was making One –

His own was ampler – but as I

Was saying to a friend –

Mine – is the more convenient

To Carry in the Hand --

309

For largest Woman's Hearth I knew –

'Tis little I can do –

And yet the largest Woman's Heart

Could hold an Arrow – too –

And so, instructed by my own,

I tenderer, turn Me to.

310

Give little Anguish -

Lives will fret -

Give Avalanches -

And they'll slant -

Straighten – look cautious for their Breath -

But make no syllable – like Death -

Who only shows his Marble Disc -

Sublimer sort – than Speech -

c.1862

1924

311

It sifts from Leaden Sieves -

It powders all the Wood.

It fills with Alabaster Wool

The Wrinkles of the Road -

It makes an Even Face

Of Mountain, and of Plain -

Unbroken Forehead from the East

Unto the East again -

It reaches to the Fence

It wraps it Rail by Rail -

Till it is lost in Fleeces -

It deals Celestial Vail

To Stump, and Stack - and Stem -

A Summer's empty Room -

Acres of Joints, where Harvests were,

Recordless, but for them -

It Ruffles Wrists of Posts

As Ankles of a Queen -

Then stills its Artisans - like Ghosts -

Denying they have been -

c.1862

1891

312

Her - “last Poems“ -

Poets – ended -

Silver – perished – with her Tongue -

Not on Record – bubbled other,

Flute – or Woman -

So divine -

Not unto its Summer – Morning

Robin – uttered Half the Tune -

Gushed too free for the Adoring -

From the Anglo-Florentine -

Late – the Praise -

'Tis dull – conferring

On the Head too High to Crown -

Diadem – or Ducal Showing -

Be its Grave – sufficient sign -

Nought – that We – No Poet's Kinsman -

Suffocate – with easy woe -

What, and if, Ourself a Bridegroom -

Put Her down – in Italy?

c.1862

1914

313

I should have been too glad, I see -

Too lifted - for the scant degree

Of Life's penurious Round -

My little Circuit would have shamed

This new Circumference - have blamed -

The homelier time behind.

I should have been too saved - I see -

Too rescued - Fear too dim to me

That I could spell the Prayer

I knew so perfect – yesterday -

That Scalding One – Sabachthani -

Recited fluent - here -

Earth would have been too much - I see -

And Heaven - not enough for me -

I should have had the Joy

Without the fear - to justify -

The Palm - without the Calvary -

So Savior – Crucify -

Defeat - whets Victory - they say -

The Reefs - in old Gethsemane -

Endear the Coast – beyond!

'Tis Beggars - Banquets - can define -

'Tis Parching - vitalizes wine -

“Faith” bleats - to understand!

c.1862

1891

314

Nature – sometimes sears a Sapling -

Sometimes – scalps a Tree -

Her Green Peaople recollect it

When they do not die -

Fainter Leaves – to Further Seasons -

Dumbly testify -

We – who have the Souls -

Die oftener – Not so vitally -

c.1862

1945

315

He fumbles at your Soul

As Players at the Keys

Before they drop full Music on -

He stuns you by degrees -

Prepares your brittle Nature

For the Ethereal Blow

By fainter Hammers – further heard -

Then nearer – Then so slow

Your Breath has time to straighten -

Your Brain – to bubble Cool -

Deals – One – imperial – Thunderbolt -

That scalps your naked Soul -

When Winds take Forests in their Paws -

The Universe – is still -

c.1862

1896

Ressources sur le web