"Эмили Дикинсон. Избранные переводы (пер.Б.Львов)" - читать интересную книгу автораA word is dead
When it is said, Some say. I say it just Begins to live That day. x x x 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. x x x 1304 Not with a Club, the Heart is broken Nor with a Stone - 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 x x x 1335 Let me not mar that perfect Dream By an Auroral stain But so adjust my daily Night That it will come again... |
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