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. A Syllable
2. If the Foolish Call Them
3. How Still the Bells in Steeples Stand
4. Unto My Books So Good to Turn
5. Life's Trades

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