by Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886)
She bore it till the simple veins
Language: English
Available translation(s): GER
She bore it till the simple veins Traced azure on her hand -- Til pleading, round her quiet eyes The purple Crayons stand. Till Daffodils had come and gone I cannot tell the sum, And then she ceased to bear it -- And with the Saints sat down. No more her patient figure At twilight soft to meet -- No more her timid bonnet Upon the village street -- But Crowns instead, and Courtiers -- And in the midst so fair, Whose but her shy -- immortal face Of whom we're whispering here?
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Authorship:
- by Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886), no title, appears in Unpublished poems of Emily Dickinson, first published 1935 [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]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 Gordon Getty (b. 1933), "She bore it" [soprano and piano], from The White Election - A Song Cycle for soprano and piano on 32 poems of Emily Dickinson, Part 1 : The Pensive Spring, no. 6. [text verified 1 time]
- by George Perle (1915 - 2009), "She bore it till the simple veins" [voice and piano], from Thirteen Dickinson Songs, no. 13. [text not verified]
Available translations, adaptations, and transliterations (if applicable):
- GER German (Deutsch) (Bertram Kottmann) , copyright © 2016, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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This text was added to the website: 2004-06-02
Line count: 16
Word count: 87