by Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886)
He fumbles at your Soul
Language: English
Available translation(s): FRE
He fumbles at your Soul As Players at the Keys Before they drop full Music on -- He stuns you by Degrees -- Prepares your brittle substance 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 Firmaments -- are still --
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Authorship:
- by Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886), no title [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Paul Gibson (b. 1952), "He fumbles at your spirit" [SATB chorus a cappella] [text verified 1 time]
Available translations, adaptations, and transliterations (if applicable):
- FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , title unknown, copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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This text was added to the website: 2009-11-19
Line count: 14
Word count: 70