She raised herself to the height of her achievement
and then went looking for Dust ...

- e. dickinson aprés c. malroux

Dead like the slaughtered sun
slain by the daughters of the night

- e. dickinson aprés c. malroux

It rises - passes - towards the South
Inscribes a simple Noon -
Cajoles an instant from the Bells
Then disappears forever

- e. dickinson aprés c. malroux

To help us with our Darker Sides
Salubrious hours are dispensed -
Which instinctually ground us to the Earth
And silence the Roaring Skies

e. dickinson aprés c. malroux

the Love had grown too small, like all the others -
and so it was put away in a Drawer -
for a day when it might come back in style -
like a habit that might give us pleasure once More

- e. dickinson after the french by c. malroux