Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

The Sea of Sunset

This is the land the sunset washes,
These are the banks of the Yellow Sea;
Where it rose, or whither it rushes,
These are the western mystery!

Night after night her purple traffic
Strews the landing with opal bales;
Merchantmen poise upon horizons,
Dip, and vanish with fairy sails.

1. The Hemlock
2. Sleep Is Supposed to Be
3. The Thought Beneath So Slight a Film
4. Sight
5. Astra Castra

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