Emily Dickinson

Because I could not stop for Death –
He kindly stopped for me –
The Carriage held but just Ourselves –
And Immortality.

Wild nights! Wild nights!
Were I with thee,
Wild nights should be
Our luxury!

Чуть-чуть безумья средь весеннего приволья -
и королю полезно для здоровья.
Но Бог беседует с крестьянскими мозгами,
что замышляют буйную картину -…

There is no frigate like a book
To take us lands away,
Nor any coursers like a page
Of prancing poetry.…

It sifts from Leaden Sieves -
It powders all the Wood.
It fills with Alabaster Wool
The Wrinkles of the Road -

49I never lost as much but twice,
And that was in the sod.
Twice have I stood a
Before the door of God!

I've seen a Dying Eye
Run round and round a Room —
In search of Something — as it seemed —
Then Cloudier become —…

Ее бы я не стала ждать -
Но Смерть - меня ждала -
Мы вместе сели в Экипаж -
Я, Вечность и Она.Ей было некуда спешить,…

That is solemn we have ended,—
Be it but a play,
Or a glee among the garrets,
Or a holiday

The things we thought that we should do
We other things have done
But those peculiar industries
Have never been begun —The Lands we thought that we should seek…

Winter is good - his Hoar Delights
Italic flavor yield -
To Intellects inebriate
With Summer, or the World -

Жизнь — и Смерть — Гиганты —
Их не слышно — молчат.
А механизмы поменьше —
Всяк на свой лад —…

Поход почти окончен —
У цели — Ты и Я —
Но Вечность не нарушить
Развилкам Бытия.И наша прыть безмерна,…

I would not paint—a picture—
I'd rather be the One
It's bright impossibility
To dwell—delicious—on—…

So has a Daisy vanished
From the fields today—
So tiptoed many a slipper
To Paradise away—Oozed so in crimson bubbles…

'T was such a little, little boat
That toddled down the bay!
'T was such a gallant, gallant sea
That beckoned it away!'T was such a greedy, greedy wave…

ALL but Death can be
Adjusted;
Dynasties repaired,
Systems settled in their…

Should you but fail at — Sea —
In sight of me —
Or doomed lie —
Next Sun — to die —…

The nearest dream recedes, unrealized.
The heaven we chase
Like the June bee
Before the school-boy…

Upon the gallows hung a wretch,
Too sullied for the hell
To which the law entitled him.
As nature's curtain fell…

Дважды жизнь моя кончилась — раньше конца —
Остается теперь открыть —
Вместит ли Вечность сама
Третье такое событье —Огромное — не представить себе —…

О наслаждении украсть
Всех лучше знает вор...
А сожаления о чести —
Есть Божий приговор!Перевод Аделы ВасилойОтраду Воровских Утех…

I went to heaven, --
'T was a small town,
Lit with a ruby,
Lathed with down.…

How happy is the little
That rambles in the Road alone,
And doesn't care about
And Exigencies never fears—