Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

Choice

Of all the souls that stand create
I have elected one.
When sense from spirit files away,
And subterfuge is done;

When that which is and that which was
Apart, intrinsic, stand,
And this brief tragedy of flesh
Is shifted like a sand;

When figures show their royal front
And mists are carved away, --
Behold the atom I preferred
To all the lists of clay!

1. A Syllable
2. How Still the Bells in Steeples Stand
3. If the Foolish Call Them
4. Life's Trades
5. Unto My Books So Good to Turn

Angela Morgan (Анжела Морган) Choice ("I'd rather have the thought of you")

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