Emily Dickinson

A deed knocks first at thought,
And then it knocks at will.
That is the manufacturing spot,
And will at home and well.It then goes out an act,…

Ты горд разбитым сердцем - ты мне его сгубил,
Ты горд моею болью - такой не знала я,Ты горд моею ночью, что страстью обделил,
Моё смиренье с горечью напополам деля.Но чашей унижений, страданий, мук и слёз,
Не можешь, как Мессия, похвастать во хмелю,Ни расколоть обычай, как Иисус - всерьёз...…

'Tis easier to pity those when dead
That which pity previous
Would have saved —
A Tragedy enacted…

На вещи, нужные душе,
Ты обновляй права —
Так велики возможности
Утратить навсегда.Перевод Аделы ВасилойНам дорогой Душевный Скарб…

I'm nobody!
Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there's a pair of us — don't tell!

Ночь между дней заключена —
День — тот — что не возник —
И день исчезнувший — одно —
Но вот ведь — ночь меж нихНочь — чей медлительный уход —…

I asked no other thing,
No other was denied.
I offered Being for it;
The mighty merchant smiled.Brazil? He twirled a button,…

Росток, листок и лепесток
И солнца утренний поток —
Роса в траве — пчела иль две —
Едва заметный ветерок…

Perhaps you'd like to buy a flower?
But I could never sell.
If you would like to borrow
Until the daffodilUnties her yellow bonnet…

Боль в чём-то слепоте сродни —
Ей видеть не дано
Своё начало или то,
Что было до неё.Без будущего — вся она —…

The wind begun to rock the grass
With threatening tunes and low, --
He flung a menace at the earth,
A menace at the sky.The leaves unhooked themselves from trees…

“Hope” is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -

I could suffice for Him, I knew—
He—could suffice for Me—
Yet Hesitating Fractions—Both
Surveyed Infinity—

To know just how he suffered would be dear;
To know if any human eyes were near
To whom he could intrust his wavering gaze,
Until it settled firm on Paradise.To know if he was patient, part content,…

Блажен, кто отдых заслужил,
Претерпевая Боль,
Кто с каждым шагом умирал
За райскую Любовь.За старомодный взор — прости,…

Within my reach!
I could have touched!
I might have chanced that way!
Soft sauntered through the village,…

If I should die,
And you should live,
And time should gurgle on,
And morn should beam,

Apparently with no surprise
To any happy flower,
The frost beheads it at its play
In accidental power.…

Слишком поздно для человека,
Но рано для Бога
Спасать твою душу;
Лишь молитва - подмога.Как хорошо на небе,…

This merit hath the worst, --
It cannot be again.
When Fate hath taunted last
And thrown her furthest stone,The maimed may pause and breathe,…

Fame is a bee.
It has a song—
It has a sting—
Ah, too, it has a wing.

Few get enough, - enough is one;
To that ethereal throng
Have not each one of us the right
To stealthily belong?

Wait till the majesty of Death
Invests so mean a brow!
Almost a powdered footman
Might dare to touch it now!Wait till in everlasting robes…

I tie my Hat—I crease my Shawl—
Life's little duties do—precisely—
As the very least
Were infinite—to me—