Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

The Grass

The grass so little has to do, —
A sphere of simple green,
With only butterflies to brood,
And bees to entertain,
And stir all day to pretty tunes
The breezes fetch along,
And hold the sunshine in its lap
And bow to everything;
And thread the dews all night, like pearls,
And make itself so fine, —
A duchess were too common
For such a noticing.
And even when it dies, to pass
In odors so divine,
As lowly spices gone to sleep,
Or amulets of pine.
And then to dwell in sovereign barns,
And dream the days away, —
The grass so little has to do,
I wish I were the hay!

1. Поход почти окончен • Our Journey Had Advanced
2. Узнали цель Любви • We Learned the Whole of Love
3. Судьба — именье без ворот • Doom is the House without the Door
4. Если сгинешь в волнах • Should You but Fail at — Sea
5. Шлю два заката... • I Send Two Sunsets

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