Стихотворения

Царь Балтазар — он письма
Не часто получал —
Но тот, кто с ним общался —
Всё сразу написал.

Бессмертное посланье
Для совести вполне
Разборчиво сияет
У всех нас на стене.

Emily Dickinson

436

The Wind — tapped like a tired Man,
And like a Host — ` Come in`
I boldly answered — entered then
My residence within
A Rapid footless Guest —
To offer whom a Chair
Were as impossible as hand
A Sofa to the Air —
No Bone had He to bind Him —
His speech was like the Push
Of numerous humming Birds at once
From a superior Bush
His Countenance — a Billow,
His Fingers, as He passed
Let go music — as of tunes
Blow tremulous in Glass
He visited — still flitting —
Then like a timid Man
Again He tapped — `twas flurriedly —
And I became alone.

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47

Heart! We will forget him!
You and I — tonight!
You may forget the Warmth he gave —
I will forget the Light!
When you have done, pray tell me
That I may straight begin!
Haste! lest while you're lagging
I may remember him!

* * *

49

I never lost as much but twice,
And that was in the sod.
Twice stood I beggar
Before the doors of God!

Angels — twice descending
Reimbursed my store —
Burglar! Banker — Father!
I am poor once more!

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90

Within my reach!
I could have touched!
I might have chanced that way!
Soft sauntered thro'h the village —
Sauntered as soft away!
So unsuspected Violets
Within the meadows go —
Too late for striving fingers
That passed, an hour ago!

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107

'T was such a little-little boat