Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

* * *

A little road not made of man,
Enabled of the eye,
Accessible to thill of bee,
Or cart of butterfly.

If town it have, beyond itself,
'T is that I cannot say;
I only sigh, — no vehicle
Bears me along that way.

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

Распечатать (To print)

Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1461

Последние стихотворения

To English version