Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

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Afraid? Of whom am I afraid?
Not death; for who is he?
The porter of my father's lodge
As much abasheth me.

Of life? 'T were odd I fear a thing
That comprehendeth me
In one or more existences
At Deity's decree.

Of resurrection? Is the east
Afraid to trust the morn
With her fastidious forehead?
As soon impeach my crown!

1. A Throe upon the Features
2. What Inn Is This
3. It Was Not Death, for I Stood up
4. Some, Too Fragile for Winter Winds
5. Gone

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