Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

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Death is a dialogue between
The spirit and the dust.
"Dissolve," says Death. The Spirit, "Sir,
I have another trust."

Death doubts it, argues from the ground.
The Spirit turns away,
Just laying off, for evidence,
An overcoat of clay.

1. The Hemlock
2. Sleep Is Supposed to Be
3. The Thought Beneath So Slight a Film
4. Sight
5. Astra Castra

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