Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

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Whether my bark went down at sea,
Whether she met with gales,
Whether to isles enchanted
She bent her docile sails;

By what mystic mooring
She is held to-day, --
This is the errand of the eye
Out upon the bay.

1. Загадку, что сумел решить • The Riddle We Can Guess
2. Resurgam
3. The Martyrs
4. The Butterfly's Assumption-Gown
5. Dying

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