Τέσσερις νέες μεταφράσεις της Emily Dickinson κυκλοφόρησαν τα τελευταία τρία χρόνια στα Ελληνικά δείχνοντας ότι το μεταφραστικό και αναγνωστικό ενδιαφέρον γύρω από το έργο της όλο και μεγαλώνει. Παράλληλα ξεκίνησε μία συζήτηση για την ποιότητα αυτών των μεταφράσεων σε σύγκριση με το πρωτότυπο, αλλά και με άλλες μεταφράσεις του παρελθόντος. Αυτό το νέο μεταφραστικό κύμα σηματοδοτεί την ανάγκη για μια χαρτογράφηση, τη δημιουργία ενός οδηγού πλοήγησης μέσα από την «Ντικινσονιανή» βιβλιογραφία στη γλώσσα μας. Βασικά θέματα όπως το πόσοι και ποιοι την έχουν μεταφράσει, πότε, πόσα και ποια ποιήματα έχουν επιλέξει, είναι απαραίτητο να μελετηθούν και να καταγραφούν ώστε να θεμελιωθεί αφενός ένας γόνιμος κριτικός διάλογος και αφετέρου ένα χρήσιμο αναγνωστικό εργαλείο.

Μελετώντας το σύνολο των μεταφράσεων από το 1980 μέχρι και σήμερα κάποιος διαπιστώνει ότι αναπόφευκτα το κέντρο της εστίασης, σε μια πρώτη φάση, μετατοπίζεται από το πρωτότυπο στη «σκιά» του. Από την Emily Dickinson στους μεταφραστές της. Αυτό συμβαίνει διότι μια επιλεκτική μετάφραση των 1800 ποιημάτων της μας αποκαλύπτει περισσότερα για τον μεταφραστή και λιγότερα για την ίδια, καθώς εκείνος είναι υποχρεωμένος να πάρει τις αποφάσεις που εκείνη εσκεμμένα απέφυγε, αλλά και πολλές άλλες που εκείνη ποτέ δεν κλήθηκε να πάρει. Αντιθέτως μάλιστα, τόσα χρόνια μετά την πρώτη έκδοση του έργου της, εξακολουθεί να στέκεται μεγαλοφυής και ατάραχη μέσα στην αμφισημία των στίχων της, στην αλήθεια των οποίων πρέπει κάποιος να συμμετέχει ενεργά ώστε να την κοινωνήσει. Η Dickinson αποφάσισε να μην εκδώσει, επέλεξε να μην επιλέξει το ένα ή το άλλο ποίημα, τον έναν ή τον άλλον στίχο. Πού οδηγεί όμως «η επιλογή της να μην επιλέξει»; Σε ένα πλήθος αναγκαστικών επιλογών για τον μεταφραστή, η εξέλιξη των οποίων αποκαλύπτει περισσότερα για το ποιόν του από όσα, ενδεχομένως, θα ήθελε να μας αποκαλύψει. Φτάνει μόνο να φυλλομετρήσει κανείς ένα από τα βιβλία για να καταλάβει πολλά για τη μεταφραστική προσέγγιση, για τον βαθμό που έχει μελετηθεί η βιογραφία και η εργογραφία της ποιήτριας, καθώς και για τον βαθμό που είναι γνωστές και έχουν μελετηθεί οι προηγούμενες μεταφράσεις. Η ενδοσκόπηση όμως δε σταματάει εκεί. Μπορεί να φτάσει βαθύτερα αποκαλύπτοντας προσωπικές προτιμήσεις, πεποιθήσεις, στάσεις απέναντι στη θρησκεία, τη ζωή, την τέχνη και τον θάνατο, αλλά και άβολες αλήθειες όπως για τον βαθμό στον οποίον ένας μεταφραστής μπορεί θεωρεί τον εαυτό του πιο έξυπνο από όσο ήταν εκείνη. Ποια έκδοση του πρωτότυπου αξιοποιήθηκε, ποια ποιήματα επιλέχθηκαν και με ποια σειρά κατατάχτηκαν, ποια από τα ποιήματα αυτά έχουν μεταφραστεί στο παρελθόν και πόσο συχνά, είναι μόνο ένα τμήμα από τις ερωτήσεις που σκιαγραφούν αδρά το μεταφραστικό προφίλ.

Όταν λοιπόν τα πράγματα είναι εύκολο να θολώσουν από την πληθώρα και τη συσσώρευση των πληροφοριών, είναι ασφαλές να επιστρέφουμε σε εκείνους τους σκονισμένους τόμους που περιμένουν υπομονετικά τους πρόθυμους να εξερευνήσουν την αλήθεια τους και να πιάνουμε το νήμα από την αρχή. Είναι, λοιπόν, αλήθεια ότι από το 1980 μέχρι και σήμερα η Dickinson έχει μεταφραστεί έμμεσα ή άμεσα πάνω από είκοσι φορές και λέω έμμεσα διότι το βιογραφικό μυθιστόρημα της Λάλα-Κριστ είναι γεμάτο από αποσπασματικές δικές της μεταφράσεις. Ακολουθεί ένας κατάλογος των εκδόσεων χωρίς να περιλαμβάνονται τα μεμονωμένα ποιήματα είτε τα αφιερώματα σε ανθολογίες και περιοδικά.

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Μελετώντας τα συγκεκριμένα βιβλία μπορούμε να οδηγηθούμε σε κάποια ασφαλή συμπεράσματα. Αρχικά ότι την Emily Dickinson έχουν μεταφράσει στα Ελληνικά εννιά γυναίκες και δέκα άντρες[1]. Εκείνη που πρώτη σύστησε στο ελληνικό αναγνωστικό κοινό την Αμερικανίδα ποιήτρια ήταν η Μελισσάνθη το 1980. Στην πραγματικότητα βέβαια το είχε κάνει πολύ νωρίτερα[2] μέσα από τις σελίδες της Νέας Εστίας και της Παγκόσμιας Ποιητικής Ανθολογίας του ζεύγους Παππά. Από το σύνολό τους οι εννέα παραθέτουν μόνο τη μετάφραση (Μελισσάνθη, Σιδηρά, Δασκαλοπούλου, Σοφράς, Καψάλης, Συναδινού, Δαμολή, Κούτρας, Κουτσουρέλης), ενώ οι υπόλοιποι ενσωματώνουν και το πρωτότυπο (Ιωάννου, Λάνταβος, Σακελλίου, Πρίμπας, Βλαβιανός, Μπαλασόπουλος). Όσον αφορά το μέτρο και τη ρίμα, τρεις επιλέγουν μια συμπαγή έμμετρη απόδοση με σφιχτοδεμένη ομοιοκαταληξία (Σιδηρά, Δασκαλοπούλου, Κουτσουρέλης). Ωστόσο, όλες οι υπόλοιπες μεταφράσεις, με ελάχιστες εξαιρέσεις, διαπνέονται από ίαμβους, τροχαίους και ομοιοκαταληξίες, είτε σε μεγαλύτερο είτε σε μικρότερο βαθμό.

Όσον αφορά στο πλήθος των ποιημάτων, από τα 1800 ποιήματα που έχουν διασωθεί και κυκλοφορούν είτε από την έκδοση του Johnson(1960) είτε από την έκδοση του Franklin (1999) έχουν μεταφραστεί περίπου τα 600. Περίπου το ένα τρίτο του συνόλου. Αν όμως δεν υπολογίσουμε τις πρώτες εκδόσεις και ειδικά εκείνες των Ιωάννου (2000) και Δασκαλοπούλου (2003, 2005) οι οποίες είναι εξαντλημένες και δυσεύρετες, το νούμερο αυτό πέφτει πολύ κάτω από το 500. Αυτό συμβαίνει διότι αν και οι μεταφραστές είναι πολλοί, τα ποιήματα που επιλέγουν τείνουν να επαναλαμβάνονται. Οι λόγοι που συμβαίνει αυτό ποικίλουν, θα μπορούσαν να είναι μία μελέτη από μόνοι τους, το αποτέλεσμα, ωστόσο, δεν αλλάζει. Η συντριπτική πλειονότητα των ποιημάτων της Emily Dickinson παραμένει αμετάφραστη 43 χρόνια από την πρώτη απόπειρα. Εδώ, φυσικά, χρησιμοποιείται το επιχείρημα ότι δεν είναι και τα 1800 ποιήματα άξια λόγου. Εκείνα που έχουν λογοτεχνική αξία είναι πολύ λιγότερα και καλύπτονται από τους μεταφραστές. Υπάρχει λογική σε αυτό το επιχείρημα, όμως υπάρχει λογική και στον αντίλογό του. Η Emily Dickinson δούλεψε το έργο της μέχρι και το τέλος της ζωής της ως ολότητα, ως ένα σύνολο που δεν το προόριζε αποκλειστικά για το συρτάρι της. Μέσα από τις επιστολές και τα ποιήματά της δηλώνεται καθαρά το πώς ένιωθε για τα γραπτά της και τη μοίρα τους, για το στοίχημα που είχε βάλει με την αιωνιότητα, για τον απαράβατο κανόνα της να το κερδίσει με τους δικούς της όρους. Γι’ αυτό ταξινόμησε 800 από τα ποιήματά της σε αυτοσχέδια βιβλία και γι’ αυτό ταχυδρόμησε έναν πολύ μεγάλο όγκο αυτών και άλλων πολλών σε γνωστούς και φίλους, λογοτεχνικούς παράγοντες και ανθρώπους των γραμμάτων. Σίγουρα ένα σεβαστό κομμάτι των 1800 ποιημάτων είναι αδύναμο και ατελές, ωστόσο δεν παύει να είναι σημαντικό διότι μας εκπαιδεύει στον ιδιαίτερο τρόπο σκέψης της, μας βοηθάει να ξεκλειδώσουμε τα νοήματα των πιο δυνατών ποιημάτων της και, κυρίως, περιέχει «τη γνησιότητα του αίματός της». Αν επιθυμούμε να γνωρίσουμε πραγματικά αυτή τη μεγάλη ποιήτρια, είναι σημαντικό να συναντηθούμε με αυτά τα ποιήματα, αν είναι δυνατόν με όλα τα ποιήματα που εκείνη διαφύλαξε. Η συγκεκριμένη προϋπόθεση θα υπήρχε ακόμα κι αν στα 500 που ήδη διαθέτουμε καλύπτονταν όλα τα κορυφαία της, πράγμα που δυστυχώς δε συμβαίνει. Πλήθος διαμαντιών είναι ακόμα θαμμένα εκεί σε κοινή θέα και περιμένουν να τα ανακαλύψουμε.

Με αφορμή αυτές τις σκέψεις και τη διαπίστωση της ανάγκης να διευρύνουμε τους ορίζοντές μας πάνω στην ποίησή της πραγματοποιήθηκε η εκπόνηση των πινάκων που ακολουθούν. Πρόκειται για συγκεντρωτικούς πίνακες τοποθετημένους σε χρονολογική σειρά. Κάθε μία μετάφραση[3] αντιστοιχεί και σε έναν πίνακα, όπως αναγράφεται στην κορυφή του και περιλαμβάνει το σύνολο των τίτλων των ποιημάτων που επέλεξε ο κάθε μεταφραστής, τον αριθμό του κάθε ποιήματος με βάση την αρίθμηση[4] του Franklin, τη σελίδα στην οποία εντοπίζεται και το έτος που γράφτηκε το ποίημα. Οι πίνακες αυτοί φτιάχτηκαν για να λειτουργήσουν ως ένα εργαλείο κι ένας οδηγός στα χέρια του αναγνώστη, του κριτικού, του μεταφραστή.

Για τον αναγνώστη είναι ένας χάρτης που θα του επιτρέψει να εξερευνήσει τις διαφορετικές μεταφραστικές προτάσεις κάποιου αγαπημένου ποιήματος ή ένα κριτήριο για το ποια μετάφραση θα επιλέξει να διαβάσει ή ακόμα κι ένας τρόπος να εντοπίσει τον μέγιστο αριθμό των μεταφρασμένων ποιημάτων αποφεύγοντας τις επαναλήψεις. Για τον θαρραλέο όμως που επιθυμεί να πιάσει το νήμα από την αρχή και να το φτάσει ως το τέλος ξεκινώντας από μια έκδοση του πρωτότυπου, είναι ο τρόπος για να βρει συμμάχους, στήριγμα[5] και καθοδήγηση από τους Έλληνες μεταφραστές. Ταυτόχρονα, είναι για τον κριτικό που επιθυμεί να στηρίξει τη σύγκρισή του σε υπαρκτά θεμέλια και για τον μελλοντικό μεταφραστή της Emily Dickinson που επιθυμεί να παραδώσει ένα έργο ουσίας.

Κλείνοντας θα ήθελα να απευθυνθώ σε εσένα αγαπητέ μου μελλοντικέ μεταφραστή, αγαπητή μου μελλοντική μεταφράστρια. Πάρε για παράδειγμα το ποίημα με αριθμό 260 «I’m nobody! Who are you?». Ένα ευχάριστο ποίημα γεμάτο ειρωνεία, χιούμορ και πονηριά. Ένα εύκολο ποίημα για τα δεδομένα της Dickinson που αρέσει στους γραφιάδες γιατί πιέζει πονηρά πάνω στο αγκάθι τους, στη δίψα τους για υστεροφημία. Μια δίψα που κι εκείνη ήξερε καλά και την επανάφερε συχνά ως βασικό θέμα στο έργο της. Το ποίημα αυτό δεν είναι ό,τι καλύτερο έχει γράψει η Dickinson πάνω στον πόθο της για αναγνώριση, ωστόσο έχει μεταφραστεί 13 φορές. Σαν το ποίημα 260 υπάρχουν αρκετά ακόμα όπως θα διαπιστώσεις μελετώντας τους παρακάτω πίνακες. Εύχομαι να σου φανούν χρήσιμοι. Εύχομαι να τα αποφύγεις.

 

 

Σωτηράκογλου Αλεξάνδρα,

Ανδραβίδα, 2023

 

Emily Dickinson Ποιήματα, Μελισσάνθη, 1980, Μικρή Εγνατία
Τίτλος Αρίθμηση Franklin Σελίδα Έτος
Summer for thee, grant I may be 7 20 1858
The morns are meeker than they were 32 11 1858
I never lost as much but twice 39 48 1858
What inn is this 100 53 1859
In lands I never saw – they say 108 36 1859
Our share of night to bear 116 37 1859
Safe in their alabaster chambers 124 31 1859
Will there really be a “morning”? 148 23 1860
Surgeons must be very careful 156 43 1860
I taste a liquor never brewed 207 12 1861
If I should’nt be alive 210 40 1861
The skies cant keep their secret! 213 21 1861
I shall know why – when time is over 215 49 1861
I’m nobody! Who are you? 260 25 1861
There’s a certain slant of light 320 57 1862
Tie the strings to my life, my lord 338 59 1862
I like a look of agony, 339 51 1862
I felt a funeral, in my brain, 340 54 1862
It was not death, for I stood up, 355 58 1862
This world is not conclusion. 373 29 1862
The grass so little has to do, 379 24 1862
I reason, earth is short – 403 26 1862
The soul selects her own society – 409 46 1862
I died for beauty – but was scarce 448 39 1862
I dwell in possibility – 466 41 1862
Presentiment – is that long shadow – on the lawn – 487 43 1862
This is my letter to the world 519 9 1863
They dropped like flakes – 545 35 1863
Two butterflies went out at noon 571 10 1863
I heard a fly buzz – when I died – 591 56 1863
The brain – is wider than the sky – 598 22 1863
It was too late for man – 689 27 1863
As if the sea should part 720 42 1863
God gave a loaf to every bird – 748 52 1863
I never saw a moor. 800 34 1864
A death blow is a life blow to some 966 43 1865
Death is a dialogue between 973 44 1865
Love – is anterior to life – 980 43 1865
If I can stop one heart from breaking 982 38 1865
Bee! I’m expecting you! 983 13-14 1865
Spring comes on the world – 999 19 1865
The last night that she lived 1100 55 1865
Let down the bars, oh death – 1117 50 1865
After a hundred years 1149 30 1868
The clouds their backs together laid 1246 28 1872
Dear March – come in – 1320 17 1874
His mansion in the pool 1355 16 1875
To see the summer sky 1491 15 1879
Elysium is as far as to 1590 45 1882
Not knowing when the dawn will come, 1647 43 1884
There is a solitude of space 1696 32 undated
Lightly stepped a yellow star 1698 33 undated
My life closed twice before it’s close; 1773 47 undated
To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, 1779 18 undated

 

Έμιλυ Ντίκινσον, Ποιήματα, Αγγελική Σιδηρά, 1996, Ερμείας
Τίτλος Αρίθμηση Franklin Σελίδα Έτος
It’s all I have to bring today – 17 46 1858
For each extatic instant 109 54 1859
Safe in their alabaster chambers – 124 36 1859
To fight aloud, is very brave – 138 49 1860
Exultation is the going 143 53 1860
I’ll tell you how the sun rose – 204 21 1861
I taste a liquor never brewed – 207 15 1861
I’m nobody! Who are you? 260 25 1861
Wild nights – wild nights! 269 45 1861
A word is dead, when it is said 278 10 1862
Of all the souls that stand create – 279 37 1862
This – is the land – the sunset washes – 297 59 1862
“Hope” is the thing with feathers – 314 31 1862
There’s a certain slant of light, 320 11 1862
Blazing in gold and quenching in purple 321 58 1862
I felt a funeral, in my brain, 340 56 1862
It was not death, for I stood up, 355 16 1862
A bird, came down the walk – 359 47 1862
This world is not conclusion. 373 18 1862
I like to see it lap the miles – 383 29 1862
The soul selects her own society – 409 44 1862
I died for beauty – but was scarce 448 24 1862
This is my letter to the world 519 40 1863
You cannot put a fire out – 583 28 1863
The heart asks pleasure – first – 588 52 1863
I heard a fly buzz – when I died – 591 23 1863
The brain – is wider than the sky – 598 13 1863
The wind – tapped like a tired man – 621 51 1863
The future never spoke – 638 19 1863
I started early – took my dog – 656 60 1863
It makes no difference abroad – 686 39 1863
I cannot live with you – 706 33 1863
Remorse – is memory – awake 781 55 1863
I never saw a moor. 800 43 1864
Love reckons by itself – alone – 812 32 1864
I stepped from plank to plank 926 57 1864
As imperceptibly as grief 935 63 1865
The largest fire ever known 974 20 1865
Nature rarer uses yellow 1086 27 1865
The bustle in a house 1108 22 1865
The sky is low – the clouds are mean. 1121 26 1866
Exhilaration is the breeze 1157 14 1869
We never know how high we are 1197 12 1871
There is no frigate like a book 1286 9 1873
What mystery pervades a well! 1433 41 1877
It sounded as if the streets were running – 1454 38 1877
Elysium is as far as to 1590 48 1882
Apparently with no surprise 1668 50 1884
My life closed twice before it’s close; 1773 30 undated
To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, 1779 42 undated
Fame is a bee. 1788 62 undated

 

Emily Dickinson, Η ποιήτρια των επόμενων εποχών, Κώστας Ιωάννου, 1996, Γαβριηλίδης
Τίτλος Αρίθμηση Franklin Σελίδα Έτος
Summer for thee, grant Ι may be 7 26 1858
As if I asked a common alms, 14 88 1858
A sepal – petal – and a thorn 25 24 1858
The morns are meeker than they were – 32 24 1858
Whose cheek is this? 48 34 1859
“Lethe” in my flower, 54 234 1859
There’s something quieter than sleep 62 26 1859
Angels, in the early morning 73 36 1859
New feet within my garden go – 79 38 1859
I hide myself – within my flower, 80 164 1859
An altered look about the hills – 90 48 1859
South winds jostle them – 98 36 1859
What Inn is this 100 40 1859
A something in a summer’s day 104 42 1859
So from the mould 110 32 1859
Success is counted sweetest 112 32 1859
Our share of night to bear – 116 40 1859
Her breast is fit for pearls, 121 36 1859
These are the days when birds come back – 122 46 1859
Safe in their alabaster chambers – 124 58 1859
As children bid the guest “good night” 127 48 1859
A little bread – a crust – a crumb – 135 50 1860
A lady red – amid the hill 137 34 1860
Bring me the sunset in a cup – 140 44 1860
“Sown in dishonor”! 153 28 1860
If pain for peace prepares 155 28 1860
The daisy follows soft the sun – 161 38 1860
Some rainbow – coming from the fair! 162 30 1860
In ebon box, when years have flown 180 52 1860
I’ll tell you how the sun rose – 204 80 1861
Come slowly – eden! 205 54 1861
I taste a liquor never brewed – 207 56 1861
Pine bough – A feather from the whippowill 208 50 1861
If I should’nt be alive 210 54 1861
Some keep the sabbath going to church – 236 88 1861
The sun – just touched the morning 246 62 1861
I’m nobody! Who are you? 260 74 1861
Ah, moon – and star! 262 64 1861
Wild nights – wild nights! 269 66 1861
We play at paste – 282 82 1862
It sifts from leaden sieves – 291 78 1862
Where ships of purple – gently toss – 296 72 1862
It’s like the light – 302 76 1862
The nearest dream recedes – unrealized – 304 82 1862
“Hope” is the things with feathers – 314 66 1862
Delight is as the flight – 317 68 1862
She sweeps with many-colored brooms – 318 60 1862
Of bronze – and blaze – 319 74 1862
There’s a certain slant of light, 320 70 1862
Blazzing in gold and quenching in purple 321 60 1862
Put up my lute! 324 70 1862
There came a day – at summer’s full – 325 86 1862
The lonesome for they know not what – 326 72 1862
Of all the sounds despatched abroad, 334 84 1862
It was not death, for I stood up, 355 126 1862
Perhaps I asked too large – 358 94 1862
A bird came down the walk 359 90 1862
It’s thoughts – and just one heart – 362 122 1862
I know a place where summer strives 363 92 1862
Within my garden, rides a bird 370 124 1862
All the letters I can write 380 92 1862
Departed – to the judgment – 399 130 1862
To hear an oriole sing 402 132 1862
Mine – by the right of the white election! 411 132 1862
The first day’s night had come – 423 106 1862
‘Twas like a maelstrom, with a notch, 425 110 1862
We grow accustomed to the dark – 428 114 1862
I read my sentence – steadily – 432 108 1862
A murmur in the trees – to note – 433 112 1862
Could – I do more – for thee – 443 118 1862
They shut me up in prose – 445 144 1862
I died for beauty – but was scarce 448 118 1862
Whole gulfs – of red, and fleets – of red – 468 146 1862
Because I could not stop for death – 479 150 1862
Fame of myself, to justify, 481 152 1862
The robin is the one 501 160 1863
We’ll pass without the parting 503 170 1863
The spider holds a silver ball 513 140 1863
There is a pain – so utter – 515 140 1863
God made a little gentian – 520 116 1863
The trees like tassels – hit – and swung – 523 142 1863
Must be a wo – 538 136 1863
Unit, like death, for whom? 543 104 1863
They dropped like flakes – 545 104 1863
I send two sunsets – 557 76 1863
Two butterflies went out at noon 571 134 1863
It was a quiet way – 573 176 1863
I went to heaven – 577 98 1863
The angle of a landscape – 578 100 1863
They called me to the window, for 589 146 1863
What care the dead, for chanticleer – 624 138 1863
‘Tis customary as we part 628 116 1863
I saw no way – the heavens were stitched – 633 102 1863
Death sets a thing significant 640 96 1863
What I can do – I will – 641 98 1863
Exhilaration – is within – 645 102 1863
That I did always love 652 136 1863
I started early – took my dog – 656 128 1863
Endow the living – with the tears – 657 130 1863
I took my power in my hand – 660 134 1863
Not probable – the barest chance – 678 94 1863
It makes no difference abroad – 686 144 1863
I know where wells grow – droughtless wells – 695 120 1863
“Nature” is what we see – 721 148 1863
Sweet mountains – ye tell me no lie – 745 152 1863
The mountains – grow unnoticed – 768 154 1863
The wind begun to knead the grass 796 158 1864
I never saw a moor. 800 174 1864
I could not drink it, sweet, 816 156 1864
A drop fell on the apple tree – 846 156 1864
On the Bleakness of my lot 862 148 1864
Purple -The color of a queen, is this – 875 154 1864
Further in summer than the birds – 895 178 1865
An hour is a sea 898 158 1865
Split the lark – and you ‘ll find the music – 905 160 1865
Finding is the first act 910 162 1865
To my quick ear the leaves – conferred – 912 164 1865
An everywhere of silver 931 162 1865
As imperceptibly as grief 935 228 1865
As willing lid o’er weary eye 936 174 1865
Fame is the tint that scholars leave 968 162 1865
The largest fire ever known 974 184 1865
Bee! I’m expecting you! 983 172 1865
Dying at my music! 1003 170 1865
I was a Phoebe – nothing more – 1009 170 1865
The hills in purple syllables 1026 172 1865
It rises – passes – on our south 1034 172 1865
To whom the mornings stand for nights, 1055 182 1865
Noon – is the hinge of day – 1060 166 1865
Under the light, yet under, 1068 166 1865
Experiment to me 1081 178 1865
Nature rarer uses yellow 1086 174 1865
When I have seen the sun emerge 1095 164 1865
A narrow fellow in the grass 1096 168 1865
The crickets sang 1104 182 1865
These are the signs to nature’s inns – 1106 180 1865
The sun went down – no man looked on – 1109 182 1865
The sky is low – the clouds are mean. 1121 180 1866
Too cold is this 1137 186 1867
Soft as the massacre of suns 1146 184 1868
The wind took up the northern things 1152 186 1868
A spider sewed at night 1163 188 1869
The day grew small, surrounded tight 1164 188 1869
Great streets of silence led away 1166 190 1870
Some days retired from the rest 1169 188 1870
Of nature I shall have enough 1170 198 1870
The suburbs of a secret 1171 200 1870
Contained in this short life 1175 190 1870
Where every bird is bold to go 1179 236 1870
This slow day moved along – 1198 184 1871
A soft sea washed around the house 1199 192 1871
Too few the mornings be, 1201 190 1871
Like trains of cars on tracks of plush 1213 198 1871
The mountains stood in haze – 1225 204 1871
Like brooms of steel 1241 202 1872
The sun and fog contested 1248 192 1872
Let my first knowing be of thee 1254 196 1872
Fortitude incarnate 1255 194 1872
A sparrow took a slice of twig 1257 194 1872
The lilac is an ancient shrub 1261 200 1872
Until the desert knows 1262 206 1872
The past is such a curious creature 1273 192 1872
Now I knew I lost her – 1274 196 1872
This is the place they hoped before, 1284 204 1873
There is no frigate like a book 1286 202 1873
The beggar at the door for fame 1291 198 1873
Silence is all we dread. 1300 202 1873
Dear March – Come in – 1320 208 1874
Go slow, my soul to feed thyself 1322 206 1874
Floss wont save you from an abyss 1335 210 1874
The pile of years is not so high 1337 226 1874
His mansion in the pool 1355 214 1875
Pink – small – and punctual 1357 210 1875
Opon a lilac sea 1368 212 1875
Dreams are the subtle dower 1401 214 1876
Touch lightly nature’s sweet guitar 1403 216 1876
The flake the wind exasperate 1410 212 1876
How fits his umber coat 1414 212 1876
The inundation of the spring 1423 218 1877
How lonesome the wind must feel nights – 1441 216 1877
Water makes many beds 1446 218 1877
Who never wanted – maddest joy 1147 220 1877
No passenger was known to flee – 1451 216 1877
These fevered days – to take them to the forest 1467 220 1878
The road was lit with moon and star – 1474 222 1878
Go not to near a house of rose – 1479 220 1878
A route of evanescence 1489 222 1879
To see the summer sky 1491 222 1879
We talked with each other about each other 1506 224 1879
Could that sweet darkness where they dwell 1524 224 1880
The thrill came slowly like a boon for 1528 226 1880
Of whom so dear 1533 226 1880
“And with what body do they come”? 1537 224 1880
A sloop of amber slips away 1599 232 1883
Quite empty, quite at rest, 1632 230 1884
Each that we lose takes part of us; 1634 230 1884
Not knowing when the dawn will come, 1647 230 1884
Upon his saddle sprung a bird 1663 228 1884
Of yellow was the outer sky 1733 232 undated
A lane of yellow led the eye 1741 232 undated
My life closed twice before it’s close; 1773 234 undated
To make a praire it takes a clover and one bee, 1779 234 undated
Sweet hours have perished here, 1785 236 undated
Fame is a bee. 1788 236 undated

 

Emily Dickinson, Η ποιήτρια των επόμενων εποχών, Κώστας Ιωάννου, 2000, Κρωπία
Τίτλος Αρίθμηση Franklin Σελίδα Έτος
Summer for thee, grant I may be 7 36 1858
Nobody knows this little rose – 11 36 1858
As if I asked a common alms, 14 38 1858
A sepal – petal – and a thorn 25 38 1858
The morns are meeker than they were – 32 38 1858
Snow flakes. 45 40 1858
“Lethe” in my flower, 54 40 1859
There’s something quieter than sleep 62 42 1859
Angels, in the early morning 73 42 1859
New feet within my garden go – 79 44 1859
I hide myself – within my flower, 80 44 1859
An altered look about the hills – 90 46 1859
Water, is taught my thirst. 93 46 1859
South winds jostle them – 98 48 1859
What inn is this 100 48 1859
A something in a summer’s day 104 50 1859
So from the mould 110 52 1859
Success is counted sweetest 112 52 1859
Our share of night to bear – 116 54 1859
Her breast is fit for pearls, 121 54 1859
These are the days when birds come back – 122 56 1859
Safe in their alabaster chambers – 124 58 1859
As children bid the guest “good night” 127 60 1859
A little bread – a crust – a crumb – 135 60 1860
A lady red – amid the hill 137 62 1860
Bring me the sunset in a cup – 140 64 1860
Will there really be a “morning”? 148 66 1860
“Sown in dishonor”! 153 66 1860
If pain for peace prepares 155 68 1860
The daisy follows soft the Sun – 161 68 1860
Some rainbow – coming from the fair! 162 70 1860
In ebon box, when years have flown 180 72 1860
I’ll tell you how the sun rose – 204 74 1861
Come slowly – Eden! 205 74 1861
I taste a liquor never brewed – 207 76 1861
Pine bough – A feather from the whippowil 208 76 1861
If I should’nt be alive 210 78 1861
The murmur of a bee 217 78 1861
Some – keep the sabbath – going to church – 236 80 1861
I’m Nobody! Who are you? 260 80 1861
Wild nights – wild nights! 269 82 1861
A word is dead, when it is said 278 82 1862
We play at paste – 282 82 1862
It sifts from leaden sieves – 291 84 1862
Where ships of purple – gently toss – 296 84 1862
This – is the land – the Sunset washes – 297 86 1862
It’s like the light – 302 86 1862
The nearest dream recedes – unrealized – 304 88 1862
“Hope” is the thing with feathers – 314 88 1862
Delight is as the flight – 317 90 1862
She sweeps with many-colored brooms – 318 92 1862
There’s a certain slant of light, 320 92 1862
Blazing in gold and quenching in purple 321 94 1862
Put up my lute! 324 94 1862
The lonesome for they know what – 326 96 1862
Tie the strings to my life, my lord, 338 96 1862
It was not death, for I stood up, 355 98 1862
Perhaps I asked too large – 358 100 1862
A bird came down the walk – 359 100 1862
It’s thoughts – and just one heart – 362 102 1862
I know a place where summer strives 363 104 1862
Within my garden, rides a bird 370 104 1862
All the letters I can write 380 106 1862
Departed – to the judgement – 399 108 1862
To hear an oriole sing 402 108 1862
The soul selects her own society – 409 110 1862
The first day’s night had come – 423 110 1862
I read my sentence – steadily – 432 112 1862
A murmur in the trees – to note – 433 114 1862
Could – I do more – for thee – 443 114 1862
They shut me up in prose – 445 116 1862
I died for beauty – but was scarce 448 116 1862
Whole gulfs – of red, and fleets – of red – 468 118 1862
Because I could not stop for death – 479 118 1862
The robin is the one 501 120 1863
We’ll pass without the parting 503 122 1863
The spider holds a silver ball 513 122 1863
There is a pain – so utter – 515 124 1863
God made a little gentian – 520 124 1863
The trees like tassels – hit – and swung – 523 126 1863
We learned the whole of love – 531 128 1863
It might be lonelier 535 128 1863
Must be a wo – 538 130 1863
Delight – becomes pictorial – 539 130 1863
Unit, like death, for whom? 543 132 1863
They dropped like flakes – 545 132 1863
I send two sunsets – 557 134 1863
Two butterflies went out at noon – 571 134 1863
It was a quiet way – 537 136 1863
I went to heaven – 577 136 1863
The angle of a landscape – 578 138 1863
They called to the window, for 589 140 1863
What care the dead, for chanticleer – 624 142 1863
‘Tis customary as we part 628 144 1863
I saw no way – the heavens were stitched – 633 144 1863
Death sets a thing significant 640 146 1863
What I can do – I will – 641 146 1863
Exhilaration – is within – 645 148 1863
That I did always love 652 148 1863
I started early – took my dog – 656 150 1863
Endow the living – with the tears – 657 152 1863
I took my power in my hand – 660 152 1863
Not probable – the barest chance – 678 154 1863
It makes no difference abroad – 686 154 1863
I know where wells grow – droughtless wells – 695 156 1863
Me from myself – to banish – 709 158 1863
“Nature” is what we see – 721 158 1863
Sweet mountains – ye tell me no lie – 745 160 1863
The mountains – grow unnoticed – 768 160 1863
The wind begun to knead the grass – 796 162 1864
I never saw a moor. 800 162 1864
I could not drink it, sweet, 816 164 1864
A drop fell on the apple tree – 846 164 1864
On the bleakness of my lot 862 166 1864
Purple – the color of a queen, is this – 875 166 1864
To wait an hour – is long – 884 166 1864
Further in summer than the birds 895 168 1865
An hour is a sea 898 168 1865
Split the lark – and you’ll find the music – 905 170 1865
Finding is the first act 910 170 1865
To my quick ear the leaves – conferred – 912 172 1865
An everywhere of silver 931 172 1865
As imperceptibly as grief 935 174 1865
As willing lid o’er weary eye 936 174 1865
Fame is the tint that scholars leave 968 176 1865
The largest fire ever known 974 176 1865
If I can stop one heart from breaking 982 176 1865
Bee! I’m expecting you! 983 178 1865
The hills in purple syllables 1026 178 1865
It rises – passes – on our south 1034 178 1865
To whom the mornings stand for nights, 1055 180 1865
Noon – is the hinge of day – 1060 180 1865
Under the light, yet under, 1068 180 1865
Experiment to me 1081 182 1865
Nature rarer uses yellow 1086 182 1865
When I have seen the sun emerge 1095 182 1865
A narrow fellow in the grass 1096 184 1865
The crickets sang 1104 186 1865
These are the signs to nature’s inns – 1106 186 1865
The sun went down – no man looked on – 1109 188 1865
The sky is low – the clouds are mean. 1121 188 1866
Too cold is this 1137 190 1867
Soft as the massacre of suns 1146 190 1868
A spider sewed at night 1163 190 1869
The day grew small, surrounded tight 1164 192 1869
Great streets of silence led away 1166 192 1870
Some days retired from the rest 1169 192 1870
Of nature I shall have enough 1170 194 1870
The suburbs of a secret 1171 194 1870
Contained in this short Life 1175 194 1870
Where every bird is bold to go 1179 196 1870
We never know how high we are 1197 196 1871
This slow day moved along – 1198 196 1871
A soft sea washed around the house 1199 198 1871
Too few the mornings be, 1201 198 1871
Like trains of cars on tracks of plush 1213 198 1871
The mountains stood in haze- 1225 200 1871
Like brooms of steel 1241 200 1872
The sun and fog contested 1248 202 1872
Let my first knowing be of thee 1254 202 1872
Fortitude incarnate 1255 202 1872
A sparrow took a slice of twig 1257 204 1872
Until the desert  knows 1262 204 1872
This is the place they hoped before, 1284 206 1873
There is no frigate like a book 1286 206 1873
The beggar at the door for fame 1291 206 1873
Silence is all we dread. 1300 208 1873
When memory is full 1301 208 1873
Go slow, my soul, to feed thyself 1322 208 1874
Floss wont save you from an abyss 1335 210 1874
The pile of years is not so high 1337 210 1874
His mansion in the pool 1355 212 1875
Pink – small – and punctual – 1357 212 1875
What tenements of clover 1358 214 1875
Opon a lilac sea 1368 214 1875
Dreams are the subtle dower 1401 214 1876
Touch lightly nature’s sweet guitar 1403 216 1876
The flake the wind exasperate 1410 216 1876
How fits his umber coat 1414 216 1876
The inundation of the spring 1423 218 1877
Water makes many beds 1446 218 1877
Who never wanted – maddest joy 1447 220 1877
No passenger was known to flee – 1451 220 1877
These fevered days – to take them to the forest 1467 220 1878
The road was lit with moon and star – 1474 222 1878
One note from one bird 1478 222 1878
Go not too near a house of rose – 1479 222 1878
A route of evanescence 1489 224 1879
To see the summer sky 1491 224 1879
Opinion is a flitting thing, 1495 224 1879
We talked with each other about each other 1506 226 1879
Could that sweet darkness where they dwell 1524 226 1880
The thrill came slowly like a boon for 1528 226 1880
Of whom so dear 1533 228 1880
The blood is more showy than the breath 1558 228 1881
A sloop of amber slips away 1599 228 1883
Morning is due to all – 1621 228 1883
Quite empty, quite at rest, 1632 230 1884
Each that we lose takes part of us; 1634 230 1884
Not knowing when the dawn will come, 1647 230 1884
Upon his saddle sprung a bird 1663 232 1884
Of yellow was the outer sky 1733 232 undated
A lane of yellow led the eye 1741 232 undated
To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, 1779 234 undated
Sweet hours have perished here, 1785 234 undated
Fame is a bee. 1788 234 undated

 

Έμιλυ Ντίκινσον, Ποιήματα, Άννα Δασκαλοπούλου, 2003, Ζαχαρόπουλος
Τίτλος Αρίθμηση Franklin Σελίδα Έτος
If recollecting were forgetting, 9 133 1858
I had a guinea golden – 12 127 1858
Whether my bark went down at sea – 33 45 1858
To venerate the simple days 55 114 1859
Some things that fly there be – 68 34 1859
Within my reach! 69 26 1859
Heart not so heavy as mine 88 94 1859
Soul, wilt thou toss again? 89 22 1859
For each extatic instant 109 58 1859
Success is counted sweetest 112 20 1859
Our share of night to bear – 116 21 1859
Talk with prudence to a beggar 118 85 1859
A poor – torn heart – a tattered heart – 125 71 1859
I bring an unaccustomed wine 126 49 1859
Our lives are swiss – 129 149 1859
Just lost, when I was saved! 132 107 1860
A little bread – a crust – a crumb – 135 160 1860
Who never lost, are unprepared 136 55 1860
To fight aloud, is very brave – 138 37 1860
I never hear the word “escape” 144 57 1860
‘Twas such a little – little boat 152 44 1860
Surgeons must be very careful 156 64 1860
I have a king, who does not speak – 157 143 1860
To hang our head – ostensibly – 160 151 1860
‘Tis so much joy! ‘Tis so much joy! 170 23 1860
Portraits are to daily faces 174 80 1860
To learn the transport by the pain – 178 100 1860
If the foolish, call them “flowers” – 179 118 1860
A wounded deer – leaps highest – 181 27 1860
Through the strait pass of suffering 187 59 1861
Victory comes late – 195 74 1861
Tho’ I get home how late – how late – 199 70 1861
“Faith” is a fine invention 202 78 1861
The thought beneath so slight a film – 203 60 1861
I taste a liquor never brewed – 207 41 1861
It’s such a little thing to weep – 220 115 1861
Musicians wrestle everywhere – 229 105 1861
I’m nobody! Who are you? 260 48 1861
A word is dead, when it is said 278 113 1862
We play at paste – 282 51 1862
I should have been too glad, I see – 283 72 1862
The nearest dream recedes – unrealized – 304 50 1862
A shady friend – for torrid days – 306 82 1862
“Heaven” – is what I cannot reach! 310 112 1862
I know some lonely houses off the road 311 35 1862
I can wade grief – 312 56 1862
“Hope” is the thing with feathers – 314 53 1862
Good night – Which put the candle out? 322 87 1862
Read – sweet – how others – strove – 323 39 1862
Before I got my eye put out – 336 84 1862
I know that he exists. 365 104 1862
Is bliss then, such abyss – 371 161 1862
I like to see it lap the miles – 383 65 1862
Dare you see a soul at the “white heat”? 401 54 1862
The soul selects her own society – 409 33 1862
I found the words to every thought 436 52 1862
The body grows without – 438 92 1862
I had been hungry, all the years – 439 98 1862
I years had been from home 440 101 1862
From blank to blank – 484 162 1862
Unto my books – so good to turn – 512 96 1863
This is my letter to the world 519 19 1863
It might be lonelier 535 158 1863
Delight – becomes pictorial – 539 67 1863
I measure every grief I meet 550 141 1863
The brain, within it’s groove 563 47 1863
A precious – mouldering pleasure – ‘tis – 569 29 1863
The soul unto itself 579 63 1863
You cannot put a fire out – 583 159 1863
The heart asks pleasure – first – 588 28 1863
When I hoped I feared – 594 88 1863
‘Tis little I – could care for pearls – 597 106 1863
The brain – is wider than the sky – 598 152 1863
Much madness is divinest sense – 620 31 1863
Prayer is the little implement 623 103 1863
Undue significance a starving man attaches 626 93 1863
To lose one’s faith – surpass 632 145 1863
I gained it so – 639 99 1863
I took my power in my hand – 660 81 1863
What soft – cherubic creatures – 675 156 1863
When night is almost done – 679 38 1863
Glee – the great storm is over – 685 24 1863
I asked no other thing – 687 32 1863
Except the heaven had come so near – 702 79 1863
I meant to have but modest needs – 711 61 1863
Each life converges to some centre – 724 83 1863
A thought went up my mind today – 731 68 1863
I many times have thought peace had come 737 95 1863
It tossed – and tossed – 746 73 1863
God gave a loaf to every bird – 748 75 1863
Pain – has an element of blank – 760 40 1863
I had no time to hate – 763 43 1863
Life, and death, and giants – 777 148 1863
Remorse – is memory – awake – 781 91 1863
It dropped so low – in my regard – 785 144 1863
This merit hath the worst – 844 97 1864
On the bleakness of my lot 862 135 1864
I felt a cleaving in my mind – 867 131 1864
A door just opened on a street – 914 136 1865
Finite – to fail, but infinite – to venture – 952 140 1865
If I can stop one heart from breaking 982 25 1865
How still the Bells in steeples stand 1008 117 1865
I had a daily Bliss 1029 146 1865
Superiority to fate 1043 109 1865
Experiment to me 1081 76 1865
Fate slew him, but he did not drop – 1084 139 1865
To help our bleaker parts 1087 155 1865
Ashes denote that fire was – 1097 138 1865
One day is there of the series 1110 163 1865
We never know how high we are 1197 121 1871
I worked for chaff and earning wheat 1217 147 1871
The bone that has no marrow, 1218 153 1871
Are friends delight or pain? 1224 137 1871
Remembrance has a rear and front. 1234 150 1871
Is heaven a physician? 1260 69 1872
He preached opon “Breadth” till it argued him narrow – 1266 86 1872
The show is not the show 1270 66 1872
The past is such a curious creature 1273 154 1872
There is no frigate like a book 1286 123 1873
A deed knocks first at thought 1294 89 1873
While we were fearing it, it came – 1317 122 1874
Who never wanted – maddest joy 1447 157 1877
Could mortal lip divine 1456 119 1877
Forbidden fruit a flavor has 1482 111 1879
Belshazzar had a letter – 1487 46 1879
Hope is a subtle glutton – 1493 110 1879
Mine enemy is growing old – 1539 90 1880
My country need not change her gown, 1540 77 1880
Drowning is not so pitiful 1542 116 1880
From all the jails the boys and girls 1553 126 1881
He ate and drank the precious words – 1593 42 1882
Who has not found the heaven – below – 1609 124 1883
Few, yet enough, 1639 129 1884
The farthest thunder that I heard 1665 134 1884
Softened by time’s consummate plush, 1772 164 undated
My life closed twice before it’s close; 1773 120 undated
A face devoid of love or grace, 1774 125 undated
Upon the gallows hung a wretch, 1775 130 undated
The reticent volcano keeps 1776 132 undated

 

Έμιλυ Ντίκινσον, Το μέγα ύδωρ, Διονύσης Καψάλης, 2004, Άγρα
Τίτλος Αρίθμηση Franklin Σελίδα Έτος
I hide myself – within my flower, 80 36 1859
Come slowly – eden! 205 16 1861
If I should’nt be alive 210 15 1861
I held a jewel in my fingers – 261 17 1861
There’s a certain slant of light, 320 18 1862
I dreaded that first robin, so, 347 20 1862
We grow accustomed to the dark – 428 23 1862
A charm invests a face 430 24 1862
I died for beauty – but was scarce 448 26 1862
Because I could not stop for death – 479 29 1862
From blank to blank – 484 33 1862
This is my letter to the world 519 25 1863
They dropped like flakes – 545 22 1863
The soul unto itself 579 28 1863
The brain – is wider than the sky – 598 27 1863
When night is almost done – 679 19 1863
We thirst at first – ‘tis nature’s act – 750 31 1863
It dropped so low – in my regard – 785 32 1863
Ample make this bed – 804 34 1864
How the waters closed above him 941 37 1865
When I have seen the sun emerge 1095 35 1865
A word dropped careless on a page 1268 38 1872
Not knowing when the dawn will come, 1647 39 1884
There is a solitude of space 1696 40 1884
My life closed twice before it’s close; 1773 41 undated
Fame is a bee. 1788 42 undated
The saddest noise, the sweetest noise, 1789 43 undated

 

Έμιλυ Ντίκινσον, Αγάπη, Άννα Δασκαλοπούλου, Ζαχαρόπουλος,2005
Τίτλος Αρίθμηση Franklin Σελίδα Έτος
Summer for thee, grant I may be 7 65 1858
When roses cease to bloom, sir, 8 64 1858
It’s all I have to bring today – 17 13 1858
There is a word 42 69 1858
I’ve got an arrow here. 56 70 1859
Heart! We will forget him! 64 73 1859
My friend must be a bird – 71 77 1859
I hide myself – within my flower, 80 23 1859
Have you got a brook in your little heart, 94 25 1859
In lands I never saw – they say 108 54 1859
Did the harebell loose her girdle 134 51 1860
As if some little arctic flower 177 26 1860
Tittle divine, is mine. 194 33 1861
The rose did caper on her cheek – 200 53 1861
Come slowly – eden! 205 39 1861
Poor little heart! 214 68 1861
My river runs to thee – 219 27 1861
I’m “wife” – I’ve finished that – 225 37 1861
I had a jewel in my fingers – 261 57 1861
Wild nights – wild nights! 269 48 1861
Going to him! Happy letter! 277 45 1862
Of all the souls that stand create – 279 40 1862
Father – I bring thee – not myself – 295 74 1862
What if I say I shall not wait! 305 58 1862
There came a day – at summer’s full – 325 35 1862
He put the belt around my life – 330 56 1862
Doubt me! My dim companion! 332 20 1862
He touched me, so I live to know 349 79 1862
I’m ceded – I’ve stopped being their’s – 353 32 1862
If you were coming in the fall, 356 22 1862
I envy seas, whereon he rides – 368 81 1862
The moon is distant from the sea – 387 55 1862
Mine – by the right of white election! 411 15 1862
Your riches – taught me – poverty. 418 41 1862
I gave myself to him – 426 44 1862
A charm invests a face 430 52 1862
A solemn thing within the soul 467 84 1862
He fumbles at your soul 477 72 1862
The night was wide, and furnished scant 617 49 1863
That I did always love 652 24 1863
‘Twas a long parting – but the time 691 31 1863
I live with him – I see his face – 698 83 1863
The way I read a letter’s – this – 700 47 1863
I cannot live with you – 706 28 1863
You left me – Sire – two legacies – 713 16 1863
Alter! When the hills do – 755 17 1863
One blessing had I than the rest 767 63 1863
My worthiness is all my doubt – 791 60 1863
She rose to his reguirement – dropt 857 38 1864
Split the lark – and you’ll find the music – 905 66 1865
Love – is anterior to life – 980 61 1865
We outgrow love, like other things 1094 75 1865
Now with a club, the heart is broken 1349 76 1875
Let me ton mar that perfect dream 1361 80 1875
I have no life but this – 1432 43 1877
Elysium is as far as to 1590 19 1882
Proud of my broken heart, since thou did’st break it, 1760 59 undated
To lose thee – sweeter than to gain 1777 67 undated

 

Έμιλυ Ντίκινσον, 44 ποιήματα & 3 Γράμματα, Ερρίκος Σοφράς, 2005, Το Ροδακιό
Τίτλος Αρίθμηση Franklin Σελίδα Έτος
Adrift! A little boat adrift! 6 11 1858
Water is taught by thirst. 93 12 1859
Safe in their alabaster chambers – 124 13 1859
Will there really be a “morning”? 148 14 1860
A clock stopped – 259 15 1861
I held a jewel in my fingers – 261 16 1861
Wild nights – wild nights! 269 17 1861
There’s a certain slant of light, 320 18 1862
I felt a funeral, in my brain, 340 19 1862
He showed me hights I never saw – 346 25 1862
It was not death, for I stood up, 355 20 1862
After great pain, a formal feeling comes – 372 22 1862
The soul selects her own society – 409 23 1862
Mine – by the right of the white election! 411 24 1862
She dealt her pretty words like blades – 458 26 1862
I dwell in possibility – 466 27 1862
The world – feels dusty 491 28 1862
This is my letter to the world 519 29 1863
Of course – I prayed – 581 30 1863
The heart asks pleasure – first – 588 31 1863
Sweet mountains – ye tell me no lie – 745 32 1863
My life had stood a loaded gun – 764 33 1863
Four trees – opon a solitary arc – 778 35 1863
Ample make this bed – 804 36 1864
Split the lark – and you’ll find the music – 905 37 1865
As imperceptibly as grief 935 38 1865
If I can stop one heart from breaking 982 39 1865
Bee! I’m expecting you! 983 40 1865
The missing all, prevented me 995 41 1865
Crumbling is not an instant’s act 1010 42 1865
Let down the bars, oh death – 1117 43 1865
Soft as the massacre of suns 1146 44 1868
After a hundred years 1149 45 1868
Frigid and sweet her parting face – 1231 46 1871
Time does go on – 1338 47 1874
Not with a club, the heart is broken 1349 48 1874
It sounded as if the streets were running – 1454 49 1877
I saw the wind within her – 1531 50 1880
Lad of Athens, faithful be 1606 51 1883
Quite empty, quite at rest, 1632 52 1884
So give me back to death – 1653 53 1884
Take all away from me, but leave me ecstasy, 1671 54 1885
Today or this noon 1706 55 Undated
Sweet hours have perished here, 1785 56 Undated

 

Emily Dickinson, Το ανεξάντλητα σημαίνον, 91 ποιήματα, Έλλη Συναδινού, 2006, Ιδεόγραμμα
Τίτλος Αρίθμηση Franklin Σελίδα Έτος
Summer for thee, grant I may be 7 74 1858
Nobody knows this little rose – 11 61 1858
I hide myself – within my flower, 80 108 1859
Safe in their alabaster chambers – 124 66 1859
Exultation is the going 143 14 1860
Will there really be a “morning”? 148 100 1860
I have never seen ‘Volcanoes’ – 165 67 1860
Title divine, is mine. 194 22 1861
I’ll send the feather from the hat! 196 63 1861
I’ll tell you how the sun rose – 204 64 1861
If I should’nt be alive 210 44 1861
The bumble of a bee – 217 26 1861
It’s such a little thing to weep – 220 73 1861
An awful tempest mashed the air – 224 43 1861
That after horro – that ’twas us – 243 92 1861
A clock stopped – 259 34 1861
I’m nobody! Who are you? 260 13 1861
Civilization – spurns – the leopard! 276 24 1862
A word is dead, when it is said 278 21 1862
 We play at paste – 282 51 1862
Where ships of purple – gently toss – 296 82 1862
There’s a certain slant of light, 320 56 1862
How the old mountains drip with sunset 327 86 1862
I felt a funeral, in my brain, 340 15 1862
It was not death, for I stood up, 355 52 1862
Perhaps I asked too large – 358 36 1862
Departed – to the judgment – 399 59 1862
The soul selects her own society – 409 79 1862
I died for beauty – but was scarce 448 72 1862
He fumbles at your soul 477 19 1862
Presentiment – is that long shadow – on the lawn – 487 78 1862
I went to heaven – 577 89 1863
The heart asks pleasure – first – 588 90 1863
The soul that hath a guest, 592 70 1863
The brain – is wider than the sky – 598 54 1863
The red – blaze – is the morning – 603 46 1863
The wind – tapped like a tired man – 621 84 1863
I saw no way – the heavens were stitched – 633 42 1863
Me from myself – to banish – 709 45 1863
“Nature” is what we see – 721 96 1863
My life had stood – a loaded gun – 764 48 1863
My soul – accused me – and I quailed – 793 60 1863
I never saw a moor. 800 18 1864
The only news I know 820 23 1864
To wait an hour – is long – 884 28 1864
Finding is the first act 910 101 1865
To my quick ear the leaves – conferred – 912 31 1865
I stepped from plank to plank 926 76 1865
An everywhere of silver 931 105 1865
As imperceptibly as grief 935 88 1865
As willing lid o’er weary eye 936 107 1865
When one has given up one’s life 961 71 1865
There is no silence in the earth – so silent 1004 69 1865
The hills in purple syllables 1026 27 1865
To whom the mornings stand for nights 1055 55 1865
Experiment to me 1081 109 1865
It is an honorable thought 1115 20 1865
The sky is low – the clouds are mean. 1121 104 1866
Great streets of silence led away 1166 57 1870
A wind that rose though not a leaf 1216 17 1871
Shall I take thee, the poet said 1243 37 1872
The past is such a curious creature 1273 83 1872
There is no frigate like a book 1286 106 1873
A deed knocks first a thought 1294 33 1873
I think that the root of the wind is water – 1295 65 1873
The butterfly in honored dust 1305 38 1873
To flee from memory 1343 50 1874
Touch lightly nature’s sweet guitar 1403 103 1876
It sounded as if the streets were running – 1454 75 1877
Could mortal lip divine 1456 80 1877
To see the summer sky 1491 102 1879
Of whom so dear 1533 94 1880
The life that tied too tight escapes 1555 40 1881
The blood is more showy than the breath 1558 95 1881
How happy is the little stone 1570 81 1882
Those – dying then, 1581 30 1882
A sloop of amber slips away 1599 98 1883
How slow the wind – how slow the sea – 1607 25 1883
By homely gift and hindered words 1611 32 1883
There came a wind like a bugle – 1618 35 1883
Morning is due to all – 1621 91 1883
Each that we lose takes part of us; 1634 99 1884
Not knowing when the dawn will come, 1647 93 1884
The right to perish might be thought 1726 47 undated
That love is all there is 1747 41 undated
Did life’s penurious length 1751 39 undated
Love can do all but raise the dead 1758 62 undated
My life closed twice before it’s close; 1773 58 undated
A face devoid of love or grace, 1774 77 undated
The reticent volcano keeps 1776 29 undated
Fame is a bee. 1788 97 undated

 

Έμιλυ Ντίκινσον, Ποιήματα, Μαρία Δαμολή, γιαλός, 2011
Τίτλος Αρίθμηση Franklin Σελίδα Έτος
Summer for thee, grant I may be 7 11 1858
A sepal – petal – and a thorn 25 10 1858
Baffled for just a day or two – 66 9 1859
I hide myself – within my flower, 80 46 1859
What inn is this 100 13 1859
Our share of night to bear – 116 12 1859
Safe in their alabaster chambers – 124 17 1859
As children bid the guest “good night” 127 14 1859
In ebon box, when years have flown 180 15 1860
Come slowly – eden! 205 16 1861
I’m nobody! Who are you? 260 23 1861
I held a jewel in my fingers – 261 19 1861
Wild nights – wild nights! 269 20 1861
A word is dead, when it is said 278 58 1862
We play at paste – 282 25 1862
“Hope” is the thing with feathers – 314 21 1862
She sweeps with many-colored brooms – 318 18 1862
There’s a certain slant of light, 320 22 1862
It’s thoughts – and just one heart – 362 32 1862
All the letters I can write 380 26 1862
Departed – to the judgment – 399 33 1862
Mine – by the right of the white election! 411 34 1862
The first day’s night had come – 423 28 1862
We grow accustomed to the dark – 428 29 1862
I had been hungry, all the years – 439 37 1862
Could – I do more – for thee – 443 30 1862
They shut me up in prose – 445 38 1862
I died for beauty – but was scarce 448 31 1862
Because I could not stop for death – 479 40 1862
I send two sunsets – 557 24 1863
Some say goodnight – at night – 586 87 1863
What I can do – I will – 641 27 1863
That I did always love 652 36 1863
I took my power in my hand – 660 35 1863
I could not drink it, sweet, 816 41 1864
On the bleakness of my lot 862 39 1864
An hour is a sea 898 42 1865
Finding is the first act 910 43 1865
The poets light but lamps – 930 44 1865
An everywhere of silver 931 45 1865
As imperceptibly as grief 935 75 1865
As willing lid o’er weary eye 936 50 1865
Bee! I’m expecting you! 983 49 1865
The missing all, prevented me 995 47 1865
The hills in purple syllables 1026 48 1865
To whom the mornings stand for nights, 1055 52 1865
Experiment to me 1081 51 1865
In thy long paradise of light 1145 55 1868
Soft as the massacre of suns 1146 53 1868
The day grew small, surrounded tight 1164 54 1869
Some days retired from the rest 1169 56 1870
Where every bird is bold to go 1179 90 1870
Too happy time dissolves itself 1182 95 1870
The sun and fog contested 1248 57 1872
Let my first knowing be of thee 1254 59 1872
Now I knew I lost her – 1274 60 1872
There is no frigate like a book 1286 63 1873
The beggar at the door for fame 1291 61 1873
Silence is all we dread. 1300 62 1873
Go slow, my soul to feed thyself 1322 64 1874
Floss won’t save you from an Abyss 1335 65 1874
The pile of years is not so high 1337 74 1874
Dreams are the subtle Dower 1401 67 1876
The flake the wind exasperate 1410 66 1876
How lonesome the wind must feel nights – 1441 69 1877
Water makes many beds 1446 70 1877
No passenger was known to flee – 1451 68 1877
A route of evanescence, 1489 71 1879
To see the summer sky 1491 72 1879
We talked each other about each other 1506 73 1879
How fleet – how indiscreet an one – 1557 93 1881
The blood is more showy than the breath 1558 76 1881
Morning is due to all – 1621 77 1883
Each that we lose takes part of us; 1634 79 1884
We send the wave to find the wave, 1643 78 1884
Not knowing when the dawn will come, 1647 80 1884
Of yellow was the outer sky 1733 81 undated
God is indeed a jealous god – 1752 83 undated
Had I known that the first was the last 1753 84 undated
He was my host – he was my guest, 1754 85 undated
My life closed twice before it’s close; 1773 86 undated
A face devoid of love or grace, 1774 82 undated
To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, 1779 89 undated
Sweet is the swamp with it’s secret, 1780 88 undated
Sweet hours have perished here, 1785 92 undated
Fame is a bee. 1788 91 undated
Let me not thirst with this hock at my lip excluded (1772J) 94

 

Emily Dickinson, Έλα στον κήπο μου, Κώστας Λάνταβος, 2013, Αρμός
Τίτλος Αρίθμηση Franklin Σελίδα Έτος
Summer for thee, grant I may be 7 16 1858
There is another sky A13-2 14
Bless god, he went as soldiers, 52 32 1859
Angels, in the early morning 73 24 1859
New feet within my garden go – 79 26 1859
What inn is this 100 28 1859
So from the mould 110 20 1859
Her breast is fit for pearls 121 22 1859
As children bid the guest “good night” 127 30 1859
“Sown in dishonor”! 153 18 1860
Come slowly – eden! 205 38 1861
If I should’nt be alive 210 34 1861
Poor little heart! 214 36 1861
Some keep the sabbath going to church – 236 46 1861
I’m nobody! Who are you? 260 42 1861
Wild nights – wild nights! 269 40 1861
A word is dead, when it is said 278 106 1862
To hear an oriole sing 402 62 1862
The first day’s night had come – 423 52 1862
A murmur in the trees – to note – 433 54 1862
I died for beauty – but was scarce 448 56 1862
There is a pain – so utter – 515 72 1863
I send two sunsets 557 44 1863
Two butterflies went out at noon 571 64 1863
I went to heaven – 577 50 1863
I went to thank her – 637 48 1863
I’ve seen a dying eye 648 68 1863
That I did always love 652 70 1863
I started early – took my dog – 656 58 1863
Endow the living – with the tears – 657 60 1863
I took my power in my hand – 660 66 1863
“Nature” is what we see – 721 74 1863
I never saw a moor. 800 92 1864
A drop fell on the apple tree – 846 76 1864
Finding is the first act 910 78 1865
An everywhere of silver 931 80 1865
Death is a dialogue between 973 84 1865
Bee! I’m expecting you! 983 88 1865
I was a Phebe – nothing more – 1009 86 1865
Nature rarer uses yellow 1086 90 1865
When I have seen the sun emerge 1095 82 1865
The crickets sang 1104 96 1865
The sun went down – no man looked on – 1109 94 1865
Too cold is this 1137 100 1866
The day grew small, surrounded tight 1164 102 1869
This slow day moved along – 1198 98 1871
The mountains stood in haze – 1225 108 1871
The past is such a curious creature 1273 104 1872
The road was lit with moon and star – 1474 110 1878
We talked with each other about each other 1506 112 1879
The thrill came sloewly like a boon for 1528 114 1880
Not knowing when the dawn will come, 1647 116 1884
Fame is a bee. 1788 118 undated

 

Emily Dickinson, Επειδή δεν άντεχα να ζήσω φωναχτά, Ποιήματα και Επιστολές, Λ. Σακελλίου, Α. Γρίβα, Φ. Μαντά, Gutenberg, 2013
Τίτλος Αρίθμηση Franklin Σελίδα Έτος
On this wondrous sea – sailing silently – 3 118 1853
I never lost as much but twice – 39 120 1858
Perhaps you’d like to buy a flower, 92 122 1859
For each extatic instant 109 124 1859
Success is counted sweetest 112 126 1859
These are the days when birds come back – 122 128 1859
To fight aloud, is very brave – 138 130 1860
Surgeons must be very careful 156 132 1860
A wounded deer – leaps highest – 181 134 1860
Victory comes late – 195 136 1861
I taste a liquor never brewed – 207 138 1861
An awful tempest mashed the air – 224 140 1861
Some keep the sabbath going to church – 236 142 1861
How many times these low feet staggered – 238 144 1861
I’m nobody! Who are you? 260 146 1861
Wild nights – wild nights! 269 148 1861
Going to him! Happy letter! 277 150 1862
A word is dead, when it is said 278 154 1862
Father – I bring thee – not myself – 295 156 1862
“Heaven” – is what I cannot reach! 310 158 1862
“Hope” is the thing with feathers – 314 160 1862
There’s a certain slant of light, 320 162 1862
I like a look of agony, 339 164 1862
I’m ceded – I’ve stopped being their’s – 353 166 1862
The soul has bandaged monents – 360 168 1862
After great pain, a formal feeling comes – 372 172 1862
I cannot dance opon my toes – 381 174 1862
The soul selects her own society – 409 176 1862
Mine – by the right of the white election! 411 178 1862
We grow accustomed to the dark – 428 180 1862
I found the words to every thought 436 182 1862
I had been hungry, all the years – 439 184 1862
They shut me up in prose – 445 186 1862
This was a poet – 446 188 1862
I dwell in possibility – 466 190 1862
I measure every grief I meet 550 192 1862
I went to heaven – 577 196 1863
The heart asks pleasure – first – 588 198 1863
I heard a fly buzz – when I died – 591 200 1863
Much madness is divinest sense – 620 202 1863
I went to thank her – 637 204 1863
What soft – cherubic creatures – 675 206 1863
I cannot live with you – 706 208 1863
My life had stood – a loaded gun – 764 214 1863
Essential oils – are wrung – 772 218 1863
I never saw a moor. 800 220 1864
I cannot buy it – ’tis not sold – 943 222 1865
If I can stop one heart from breaking 982 224 1865
My best acquaintances are those 1062 226 1865
The last night that she lived 1100 228 1865
The crickets sang 1104 232 1865
After a hundred years 1149 234 1868
Look back on time, with kindly eyes – 1251 236 1872
The heart is the capital of the mind 1381 238 1875
A route of evanescence, 1489 240 1879
Morning is due to all – 1621 242 1883
Apparently with no surprise 1668 244 1884
My life closed twice before it’s close; 1773 246 undated
Sweet hours have perished here, 1785 248 undated
Fame is a bee. 1788 250 undated

 

Emily Dickinson, Γιώργος Πρίμπας, 2020, 24γράμματα
Τίτλος Αρίθμηση Franklin Σελίδα Έτος
Success is counted sweetest 112 12 1859
I taste a liquor never brewede – 207 14 1861
I’m nobody!Who are you? 260 24 1861
Wild nights – wild nights! 269 16 1861
“Hope” is the thing with feathers – 314 18 1862
There’s a certain slant of light, 320 20 1862
Before I got my eye put out – 336 26 1862
I felt a funeral, in my brain, 340 22 1862
It was not death, for I stood up, 355 40 1862
A bird, came down the walk – 359 28 1862
After great pain, a formal feeling comes – 372 32 1862
I dwell in possibility – 466 50 1862
Because I could not stop for death – 479 52 1862
This is my letter to the world 519 36 1863
I measure every grief I meet 550 46 1863
I heard a fly buzz – when I died 591 38 1863
Much madness is divinest sense – 620 34 1863
Beauty – be not caused – it is – 654 44 1863
My life had stood – a loaded gun – 764 56 1863
If I can stop one heart from breaking 982 60 1865
Air has no residence, no neighbor, 989 62 1865
The sun went down – no man looked on – 1109 64 1865
Tell all the truth but tell it slant – 1263 66 1872
He preached opon “Breadth” till it argued him narrow – 1266 68 1872
Fame is a bee. 1788 70 undated

 

Έμιλυ Ντίκινσον, Αυτό είναι το γράμμα μου στην Οικουμένη, 160 ποιήματα,  Χάρης Βλαβιανός, 2021, Πατάκη
Τίτλος Αρίθμηση Franklin Σελίδα Έτος
Summer for thee, grant I may bee 7 146 1858
In the name of the bee – 23 140 1858
A sepal – petal – and a thorn 25 142 1858
We lose – because we win – 28 144 1858
I never lost as much but twice – 39 150 1858
Heart! We will forget him! 64 148 1859
Angels, in the early morning 73 156 1859
New feet within my garden go – 79 158 1859
I hide myself – within my flower, 80 294 1859
Perhaps you’d like to buy a flower, 92 176 1859
My friend attacks my friend! 103 164 1859
In lands I never saw – they say 108 166 1859
For each extatic instant 109 168 1859
Success is counted sweetest 112 152 1859
Our share of night to bear – 116 162 1859
Her breast is fit for pearls 121 154 1859
These are the days when birds come back – 122 172 1859
To fight aloud is very brave – 138 170 1860
Surgeons must be very careful 156 160 1860
Speech – is a prank of parliament – 193 268 1861
Victory comes late – 195 270 1861
Come slowly – eden! 205 184 1861
If I should’nt be alive 210 178 1861
I shall know why – when time is over – 215 180 1861
He forgot – and I – remembered – 232 182 1861
Some keep the sabbath going to church – 236 208 1861
I’m nobody! Who are you? 260 194 1861
Wild nights – wild nights! 269 190 1861
Going to him! Happy letter! 277 238 1862
A word is dead, when it is said 278 338 1862
Father – I bring thee – not myself – 295 186 1862
“Hope” is the thing with feathers – 314 192 1862
There came a day – at summer’s full – 325 204 1862
I like a look of agony, 339 188 1862
I know that he exists. 365 216 1862
The grass so little has to do – 379 210 1862
All the letters I can write 380 214 1862
I reason, earth is short – 403 196 1862
The soul selects her own society – 409 198 1862
I read my sentence – steadily 432 226 1862
They shut me up in prose – 445 256 1862
I died for beauty – but was scarce 448 232 1862
I dwell in possibility – 466 258 1862
You love the lord – you cannot see – 474 236 1862
Because I could not stop for death – 479 272 1862
Fame of myself, to justify 481 276 1862
From blank to blank – 484 282 1862
Not “revelation” – ’tis that waits, 500 264 1863
We’ll pass without the parting 503 304 1863
This is my letter to the world 519 230 1863
We learned the whole of love – 531 252 1863
I reckon – when I count at all – 533 254 1863
They dropped like flakes – 545 224 1863
I measure every grief I meet 550 248 1863
I send two sunsets – 557 202 1863
The difference between despair 576 200 1863
The soul unto itself 579 262 1863
Of course – I prayed – 581 220 1863
I heard a fly buzz – when I died – 591 234 1863
When I hoped I feared – 594 330 1863
Much madness is divinest sense – 620 228 1863
I went to thank her 637 218 1863
A secret told – 643 222 1863
To fill a gap 647 244 1863
That I did always love 652 246 1863
I took my power in my hand – 660 242 1863
“Nature” is what we see – 721 260 1863
My life had stood – a loaded gun – 764 278 1863
I never saw a moor. 800 312 1864
They say that “time assuages” – 861 266 1864
Further in the summer than the birds – 895 476 1865
Finding is the first act 910 288 1865
As imperceptibly as grief 935 398 1865
As willing lid o’er weary eye 936 310 1865
I cannot buy it – ’tis not sold – 943 286 1865
Unable are the loved to die 951 284 1865
I cannot be ashamed 977 296 1865
If I can stop one heart from breaking 982 298 1865
Bee! I’m expecting you! 983 306 1865
Ideals are the fairy oil 1016 302 1865
My best acquintances are those 1062 300 1865
How happy I was if I could forget 1080 292 1865
Experiment to me 1081 314 1865
Nature rarer uses yellow 1086 308 1865
When I have seen the sun emerge 1095 290 1865
The sun went down – no man looked on – 1109 318 1865
The sky is low – the clouds are mean. 1121 316 1866
In thy long paradise of light 1145 324 1868
After a hundred years 1149 326 1868
The life we have is very great. 1178 328 1870
Where every bird is bold to go 1179 472 1870
The riddle we can guess 1180 344 1870
This slow day moved along – 1198 320 1871
All men for honor hardest work 1205 334 1871
I should not dare to be so sad 1233 336 1871
The sun and fog contested 1248 332 1872
Look back on time, with kindly eyes – 1251 384 1872
Tell all the truth but tell it slant – 1263 322 1872
Now I knew I lost her – 1274 340 1872
There is no frigate like a book 1286 348 1873
Silence is all we dread. 1300 346 1873
Dear March – come in – 1320 350 1874
Wether they have forgotten 1334 356 1874
Floss wont save you from an abyss 1335 354 1874
The pile of years is not so high 1337 392 1874
Wonder – is not precisely knowing 1347 358 1874
His mansion in the pool 1355 366 1875
The heart is the capital of the mind 1381 360 1875
Of his peculiar light 1396 364 1876
Long years apart – can make no 1405 368 1876
The flake the wind exasperate 1410 362 1876
No passenger was known to flee – 1451 372 1877
It sounded as if the streets were running 1454 370 1877
Go not too near a house of rose – 1479 374 1878
To see the summer sky 1491 380 1879
Opinion is a flitting thing, 1495 376 1879
So gay a flower 1496 378 1879
We talked with each other about each other 1506 382 1879
We shall find the cube of the rainbow – 1517 386 1880
Could that sweet darkness where they dwell 1524 390 1880
Love is done when love’s begun, 1526 388 1880
Mine enemy is growing old – 1539 394 1880
We never know we go when we are going – 1546 396 1881
The bloom is more showy than the breath 1558 406 1881
The bible is an antique volume – 1577 402 1882
Those – dying then, 1581 404 1882
He ate and drunk the precious words – 1593 412 1882
Who has not found the heaven – below – 1609 400 1883
Witchcraft was hung, in history, 1612 410 1883
Morning is due to all 1621 408 1883
Each that we lose takes part of us; 1634 414 1884
There are two Mays 1637 416 1884
Not knowing when the dawn will come, 1647 418 1884
The pedigree of honey 1650 422 1884
I held it so tight I lost it 1659 436 1884
Apparently with no surprise 1668 420 1884
A letter is a joy of earth – 1672 426 1885
Is it too late to touch you, dear? 1674 424 1885
Extol thee – could I – then I will 1682 428 1885
The immortality she gave 1684 430 1886
Beauty crowds me till I die 1687 432 undated
Volcanoes be in Sicily 1691 450 undated
There is a solitude of space 1696 446 undated
Glory is that bright tragic thing 1700 440 undated
Fame is a fickle food 1702 438 undated
‘Tis easier to pity those when dead 1719 448 undated
Sometimes with the heart 1727 442 undated
The hills erect their purple heads 1728 444 undated
Eden is that old fashioned house 1734 434 undated
Consulting summer’s clock, 1750 454 undated
God is indeed a jealous god – 1752 456 undated
Had I known that the first was the last 1753 458 undated
He was my host – he was my guest, 1754 460 undated
That it will never come again 1761 464 undated
The words the happy say 1767 466 undated
There comes an hour when begging stops, 1768 468 undated
My life closed twice before it’s close; 1773 462 undated
A face devoid of love or grace, 1774 452 undated
To make a praire it takes a clover and one bee, 1779 470 undated
Fame is a bee. 1788 474 undated

 

Dickinson – Frost – Stevens, Νέα Αγγλία, Αντώνης Μπαλασόπουλος, 2022, Ζήτρος
Τίτλος Αρίθμηση Franklin Σελίδα Έτος
If recollecting were forgetting, 9 14 1858
What inn is this 100 20 1859
Success is counted sweetest 112 16 1859
Our lives are swiss – 129 18 1859
I’m “wife” – I’ve finished that – 225 22 1861
I’m nobody! Who are you? 260 28 1861
A word is dead, 278 56 1862
“Hope” is the thing with feathers – 314 24 1862
I felt a funeral, in my brain, 340 26 1862
After great pain, a formal feeling comes – 372 32 1862
I cannot dance opon my toes – 381 30 1862
I dwell in possibility – 466 44 1862
Because I could not stop for death – 479 46 1862
I measure every grief I meet 550 40 1863
I heard a fly buzz – when I died – 591 34 1863
I took my power in my hand – 660 38 1863
Pain – has an element of blank – 760 42 1863
I had no time to hate – 763 36 1863
My life had stood a loaded gun – 764 48 1863
Partake as doth the bee – 806 50 1864
Fame’s boys and girls, who never die 892 52 1865
The life we have is very great 1178 54 1870
Yesterday is history, 1290 60 1873
The beggar at the door for fame 1291 58 1873
Of Paradise’ existence 1421 64 1877
Hope is a strange invention – 1424 62 1877
Now I lay thee down to sleep – 1575 66 1882
A letter is a joy of earth – 1672 68 1885
Fame is a fickle food 1702 70 undated
Fame is a bee. 1788 72 undated

 

Συνομιλία, Η ποίηση της  Emily Dickinson συναντά τη ζωγραφική της Helene Schjerfbeck, Μιχάλης Κούτρας, Ιωλκός, 2023
Τίτλος Αρίθμηση Franklin Σελίδα Έτος
New feet within my garden go – 79 28 1859
The bumble of a bee – 217 10 1861
Some keep the sabbath going to church – 236 12 1861
I’m nobody! Who are you? 260 44 1861
Wild nights – wild nights! 269 18 1861
A word is dead, when it is said 278 60 1862
I like a look of agony, 339 40 1862
After great pain, a formal feeling comes – 372 16 1862
All the letters I can write 380 20 1862
Because I could not stop for death – 479 14 1862
I heard a fly buzz – when I died – 591 38 1863
I took my power in my hand – 660 34 1863
“Nature” is what we see – 721 26 1863
Nature – the gentlest mother is, 741 32 1863
The mountains – grow unnoticed – 768 56 1863
Color – caste – denomination – 836 42 1864
An hour is a sea 898 54 1865
If I can stop one heart from breaking – 982 30 1865
The sun went down – no man looked on – 1109 8 1865
After a hundred years 1149 46 1868
Where every bird is bold to go 1179 64 1870
Look back on time, with kindly eyes 1251 24 1872
Not with a club, the heart is broken 1349 50 1874
The heart is the capital of the mind 1381 36 1875
Take all away – 1390 48 1876
A dimple in the tomb 1522 52 1880
“Go traveling with us”! 1561 62 1881
Who has not found the heaven – below – 1609 66 1883
Morning is due to all – 1621 58 1883
Not knowing when the dawn will come, 1647 22 1884

 

Emily Dickinson, Ποιήματα, Κώστας Κουτσουρέλης, 2023, Κίχλη
Τίτλος Αρίθμηση Franklin Σελίδα Έτος
A sepal – petal – and a thorn 25 61 1858
Sleep is supposed to be 35 110 1858
Snow flakes. 45 72 1858
Heart! We will forget him! 64 99 1859
Some things that fly there be – 68 65 1859
Water, is taught by thirst. 93 62 1859
Success is counted sweetest 112 48 1859
These are the days when birds come back 122 136 1859
Going to heaven! 128 119 1859
To fight aloud is very brave – 138 82 1860
Will there really be a “morning”? 148 130 1860
Surgeons must be very careful 156 74 1860
I taste a liquor never brewed – 207 45 1861
Some keep the sabbath going to church 236 142 1861
I’m nobody! Who are you? 260 35 1861
Wild nights – wild nights! 269 46 1861
A word is dead, when it is said 278 38 1862
“Hope” is the thing with feathers – 314 37 1862
There’s a certain slant of light, 320 95 1862
Before I got my eye put out – 336 96 1862
I felt a funeral in my brain, 340 43 1862
It was not death, for I stood up 355 153 1862
A bird, came down the walk – 359 69 1862
After great pain, a formal feeling comes – 372 54 1862
This world is not conclusion. 373 70 1862
All the letters I can write 380 89 1862
I like to see it lap the miles – 383 98 1862
We talked as girls do – 392 76 1862
The soul selects her own society – 409 118 1862
I died for beauty – but was scarce 448 50 1862
I dwell in possibility – 466 87 1862
Because I could not stop for death – 479 47 1862
Presentiment – is that long shadow – on the lawn – 487 143 1862
The world – feels dusty 491 36 1862
There is a pain – so utter 515 97 1863
This is my letter to the world 519 94 1863
I send two sunsets – 557 85 1863
It was a quiet way – 573 64 1863
The difference between despair 576 52 1863
Of course – I prayed – 581 139 1863
The heart asks pleasure – first – 588 32 1863
I heard a fly buzz – when I died – 591 49 1863
The brain – is wider than the sky – 598 144 1863
To fill a gap 647 108 1863
I started early – took my dog – 656 140 1863
Answer July 667 148 1863
When night is almost done – 679 111 1863
Me from myself – to banish – 709 51 1863
As if the sea should part 720 146 1863
“Nature” is what we see – 721 66 1863
Nature – the gentlest mother is, 741 113 1863
My life had stood – a loaded gun – 764 59 1863
It dropped so low – in my regard – 785 128 1863
Publication – is the auction 788 145 1863
Truth – is as old as god – 795 44 1864
I never saw a moor. 800 63 1864
The robin for the crumb 810 58 1864
Love reckons by itself – alone – 812 57 1864
The only news I know 820 147 1864
She rose to his requirement – dropt 857 137 1864
To be alive – is power – 876 155 18654
I stepped from plank to plank 926 138 1865
His feet are shod with gauze – 979 68 1865
If I can stop one heart from breaking 982 84 1865
Bee! I’m expecting you! 983 131 1865
Air has no residence, no neighbor, 989 125 1865
Aurora is the effort 1002 117 1865
There is no silence in the earth – so silent 1004 135 1865
Crumbling is not an instant’s act 1010 33 1865
‘Twas my one glory – 1040 55 1865
To whom the mornings stand for nights 1055 112 1865
A narrow fellow in the grass 1096 73 1865
The bustle in a house 1108 53 1865
It is an honorable thought 1115 134 1865
Some wretched creature, savior take 1132 34 1867
The lightning is a yellow fork 1140 126 1867
Soft as the massacre of suns 1146 41 1868
Where every bird is bold to go 1179 107 1870
The sun and fog contested 1248 40 1872
Had I not seen the sun 1249 39 1872
If my bark sink 1250 56 1872
Tell all the truth but tell it slant – 1263 31 1872
The past is such a curious creature 1273 83 1872
In this short life that only lasts an hour 1292 86 1873
I think that the root of the wind is water 1295 105 1873
Dear March – come in – 1320 90-92 1874
The vastest earthly day 1323 93 1874
Surprise is like a thrilling – pungent – 1324 104 1874
The infinite a sudden guest 1344 71 1874
A little madness in the spring 1356 67 1875
We shun because we prize her face 1430 116 1877
The fairest home I ever knew 1443 115 1877
Could mortal lip divine 1456 149 1877
How ruthless are the gentle – 1465 150 1878
A route of evanescence, 1489 127 1879
To see the summer sky 1491 42 1879
The sweetest of pillage, can be known 1504 75 1879
One thing of thee I covet – 1516 129 1879
Lad of Athens, faithful be 1606 103 1883
How slow the wind – how slow the sea – 1607 133 1883
Each that we lose takes part of us; 1634 77 1884
Not knowing when the dawn will come, 1647 79 1884
The Pedigree of honey 1650 78 1884
Not sickness stains the brave, 1661 152 1884
The going from a world we know 1662 151 1884
Parting with thee reluctantly, 1667 121 1884
Take all away from me, but leave me ecstasy 1671 132 1885
To tell the beauty would decrease 1689 124 undated
Sometimes with the heart 1727 122 undated
The hills erect their purple heads 1728 123 undated
That love is all there is 1747 102 undated
Love can do all but raise the dead 1758 80 undated
There comes an hour when begging stops, 1768 100 undated
My life closed twice before it’s close, 1773 88 undated
A face devoid of love and grace 1774 114 undated
To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, 1779 106 undated
Fame is a bee. 1788 81 undated
The saddest noise, the sweetest noise, 1789 109 undated
Let me not thirst with this hock at my lip excluded (J1772) 101 1945

 

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[1] Στην καταμέτρηση περιλαμβάνονται όλα τα ονόματα του καταλόγου. Στις ακόλουθες παρατηρήσεις δε συμπεριλαμβάνονται ο Ανυφαντής και η Λάλα-Κριστ λόγω της αποσπασματικότητας των μεταφράσεών τους.

[2] Βλέπε «Emily Dickinson και Μελισσάνθη, Η πρώτη μετάφραση» https://www.poiein.gr/2021/02/03/emily-dickinson-%ce%ba%ce%b1%ce%b9-%ce%bc%ce%b5%ce%bb%ce%b9%cf%83%cf%83%ce%ac%ce%bd%ce%b8%ce%b7-%ce%b7-%cf%80%cf%81%cf%8e%cf%84%ce%b7-%ce%bc%ce%b5%cf%84%ce%ac%cf%86%cf%81%ce%b1%cf%83%ce%b7-%ce%b3/

[3] Απουσιάζουν το βιβλίο Φύση της Δασκαλοπούλου (1996) και το Μια ώρα είναι μια θάλασσα, τα ολιγόστιχα του Ιωάννου (2005) διότι δεν έχουν βρεθεί. Τα επι-γράμματα του Ιωάννου (2000) δε συμπεριλαμβάνονται διότι δεν περιέχουν στην ουσία αυτοτελή ποιήματα.

[4] Η λίστα όλων των ποιημάτων με όλες τις εναλλακτικές αριθμήσεις. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_Emily_Dickinson_poems

[5] Για αποσαφήνιση των όρων το λεξικό που φτιάχτηκε αποκλειστικά για την ίδια https://edl.byu.edu/

 

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