Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

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Perhaps you'd like to buy a flower?
But I could never sell.
If you would like to borrow
Until the daffodil

Unties her yellow bonnet
Beneath the village door,
Until the bees, from clover rows
Their hock and sherry draw,

Why, I will lend until just then,
But not an hour more!

1. The Thought Beneath So Slight a Film
2. Sight
3. The Hemlock
4. Two Swimmers Wrestled on the Spar
5. Sleep Is Supposed to Be

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