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. Загадку, что сумел решить • The Riddle We Can Guess
2. Resurgam
3. The Martyrs
4. The Butterfly's Assumption-Gown
5. Dying

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