Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

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Nature rarer uses yellow
   Than another hue;
Saves she all of that for sunsets, --
   Prodigal of blue,

Spending scarlet like a woman,
   Yellow she affords
Only scantly and selectly,
   Like a lover's words.

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

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