Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

Remorse

Remorse is memory awake,
Her companies astir, --
A presence of departed acts
At window and at door.

It's past set down before the soul,
And lighted with a match,
Perusal to facilitate
Of its condensed despatch.

Remorse is cureless, -- the disease
Not even God can heal;
For 't is his institution, --
The complement of hell.

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

Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) Remorse ("Of all the numerous ills that hurt our peace") 1783

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