Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

Time's Lesson

Mine enemy is growing old, --
I have at last revenge.
The palate of the hate departs;
If any would avenge, --

Let him be quick, the viand flits,
It is a faded meat.
Anger as soon as fed is dead;
'T is starving makes it fat.

1. The Farthest Thunder That I Heard
2. The Lost Thought
3. Reticence
4. On the Tleakness of My Lot
5. Upon the Gallows Hung a Wretch

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