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

A word is dead
When it is said,
Some say.
I say it just
Begins to live
That day.

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1263
There is no Frigate like a Book
To take us Lands away
Nor any Coursers like a Page
Of prancing Poetry -

This Traverse may the poorest take
Without oppress of Toll -
How frugal is the Chariot
That bears the Human soul.

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1304
Not with a Club, the Heart is broken
Nor with a Stone -
A Whip so small you could not see it
I've known

To lash the Magic Creature
Till it fell,
Yet that Whip's name
Too noble then to tell.

Magnanimous as Bird
By Boy descried -
Singing unto the Stone
Of which it died -

Shame need not crouch
In such an Earth as Ours -
Shame - stand erect -
The Universe is yours

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1335
Let me not mar that perfect Dream
By an Auroral stain
But so adjust my daily Night
That it will come again...