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How lonesome the Wind must feel Nights – When people have put out the Lights 

And everything that has an Inn 

Closes the shutter and goes in – 
How pompous the Wind must feel Noons 

Stepping to incorporeal Tunes 

Correcting errors of the sky 

And clarifying scenery 
How mighty the Wind must feel Morns 

Encamping on a thousand dawns 

Espousing each and spurning all 

Then soaring to his Temple Tall –

Emily Dickinson

Quanto deve sentirsi solo il Vento di Notte –

Quando la Gente ha spento le Luci

E chiunque abbia un Alloggio

Chiude le imposte ed entra –

Come deve sentirsi pomposo il Vento a Mezzogiorno

Mentre passeggia fra incorporee Melodie

Corregge gli errori del cielo

E schiarisce lo scenario

Quanto deve sentirsi forte il vento al Mattino

Mentre si accampa su mille Aurore –

Le sposa una per una e le ripudia tutte

Per poi involarsi al suo Erto Tempio –

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