Emily Dickinson

Я видела как-то
Агонии смертной глаза,
Что рыскали по комнате,
Надеясь на чудеса.Затем — темнота и туман —…

These are the Nights that Beetles love —
From Eminence remote
Drives ponderous perpendicular
His figure intimate…

The leaves, like women, interchange
Sagacious confidence;
Somewhat of nods, and somewhat of
Portentous inference,The parties in both cases…

Except the heaven had come so near,
So seemed to choose my door,
The distance would not haunt me so;
I had not hoped before.But just to hear the grace depart…

My river runs to thee:
Blue sea, wilt welcome me?
My river waits reply.
Oh sea, look graciously!

Portraits are to daily faces
As an evening west
To a fine, pedantic sunshine
In a satin vest.

Before I got my eye put out –
I liked as well to see
As other creatures, that have eyes –
And know no other way –

The one that could repeat the summer day
Were greater than itself, though he
Minutest of mankind might be.
And who could reproduce the sun,…

Чтоб свято чтить обычные дни —
Надо лишь помнить:
От вас — от меня —
Могут взять они — малость —…

Я принял смерть — чтоб жила Красота —
Но едва я был погребен —
Как в соседнем покое лег Воин другой —
Во имя истины умер он."За что,— спросил он,— ты отдал жизнь?"…

Death sets a thing significant
The eye had hurried by,
Except a perished creature
Entreat us tenderlyTo ponder little workmanships…

Dear March - Come in -
How glad I am -
I hoped for you before -
Put down your Hat -

My Faith is larger than the Hills —So when the Hills decay —My Faith must take the Purple
To show the Sun the way —'Tis first He steps upon the Vane —And then — upon the Hill —And then abroad the World He
To do His Golden Will —And if…

How still the bells in steeples stand,
Till, swollen with the sky,
They leap upon their silver feet
In frantic melody!

I know a place where summer strives
With such a practised frost,
She each year leads her daisies back,
Recording briefly, "Lost."But when the south wind stirs the pools…

Two Butterflies went out at Noon—
And waltzed above a Farm—
Then stepped straight through the Firmament
And rested on a Beam—

I had no time to hate,
The grave would hinder me,
And life was not so ample
Could finish enmity.

Before I got my eye put out,
I liked as well to see
As other creatures that have eyes,
And know no other way.But were it told to me, to-day,…

God permits industrious angels
Afternoons to play.
I met one, -- forgot my school-mates,
All, for him, straightway.God calls home the angels promptly…

Есть пустые дома в стороне от дорог,
Вид которых приятен лишь вору -
Заколочены досками,
Окна смотрят не выше ног,…

Remembrance has a Rear and Front —
'Tis something like a House —
It has a Garret also
For Refuse and the Mouse.Besides the deepest Cellar…

Soul, take thy risk.
With Death to be
Were better than be not
With thee.

Who robbed the woods,
The trusting woods?
The unsuspecting trees
Brought out their burrs and mosses…

Our own possessions — though our own —
'Tis well to hoard anew —
Remembering the Dimensions
Of Possibility.