Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

Real

I like a look of agony,
Because I know it 's true;
Men do not sham convulsion,
Nor simulate a throe.

The eyes glaze once, and that is death.
Impossible to feign
The beads upon the forehead
By homely anguish strung.

1. From the Chrysalis
2. “Troubled about Many Things”
3. The Funeral
4. I Went to Thank Her
5. On This Long Storm the Rainbow Rose

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