Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

From the Chrysalis

My cocoon tightens, colors tease,
I'm feeling for the air;
A dim capacity for wings
Degrades the dress I wear.

A power of butterfly must be
The aptitude to fly,
Meadows of majesty concedes
And easy sweeps of sky.

So I must baffle at the hint
And cipher at the sign,
And make much blunder, if at last
I take the clew divine.

1. The Funeral
2. I Went to Thank Her
3. Setting Sail
4. Look Back on Time with Kindly Eyes
5. A Train Went through a Burial Gate

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