Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

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On this long storm the rainbow rose,
On this late morn the sun;
The clouds, like listless elephants,
Horizons straggled down.

The birds rose smiling in their nests,
The gales indeed were done;
Alas! how heedless were the eyes
On whom the summer shone!

The quiet nonchalance of death
No daybreak can bestir;
The slow archangel's syllables
Must awaken her.

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

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