Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

The Forgotten Grave

After a hundred years
Nobody knows the place, --
Agony, that enacted there,
Motionless as peace.

Weeds triumphant ranged,
Strangers strolled and spelled
At the lone orthography
Of the elder dead.

Winds of summer fields
Recollect the way, --
Instinct picking up the key
Dropped by memory.

1. Superiority to Fate
2. Hope (Hope is a subtle glutton)
3. Forbidden Fruit. I
4. I Think Just How My Shape Will Rise
5. Lay This Laurel on the One

Henry Dobson (Генри Добсон) The Forgotten Grave ("OUT from the City’s dust and roar")

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