"Эмили Дикинсон. Избранные переводы (пер.Б.Львов)" - читать интересную книгу автора

Unless they didn't come-
Then - maybe, it would puzzle us
To find our way Home -

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Wild Nights- Wild Nights!
Were I with thee
Wild Nights should be
Our luxury!

Futile - the Winds -
To a Heart in port -
Done with the Compass -
Done with the Chart!

Rowing in Eden -
Ah, the Sea!
Might I but moor - Tonight!
In Thee!

x x x

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

And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -

I've heard it in the chillest land -
And on the strangest Sea -
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of Me.

x x x

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The Soul selects her own Society -
Then - shut the Door -
To her divine Majority -
Present no more -

Unmoved-she notes the Chariots-pausing-
At her low Gate -