by Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886)

Language: English 
Our translations:  FRE
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.

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  • FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
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