Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

The Funeral

That short, potential stir
That each can make but once,
That bustle so illustrious
'T is almost consequence,

Is the eclat of death.
Oh, thou unknown renown
That not a beggar would accept,
Had he the power to spurn!

1. Going
2. Two Swimmers Wrestled on the Spar
3. Their Height in Heaven Comforts Not
4. A Country Burial
5. Till the End

John Donne (Джон Донн) The Funeral ("WHOEVER comes to shroud me, do not harm")

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