Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

Forbidden Fruit. II

Heaven is what I cannot reach!
  The apple on the tree,
Provided it do hopeless hang,
  That 'heaven' is, to me.

The color on the cruising cloud,
  The interdicted ground
Behind the hill, the house behind, --
  There Paradise is found!

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

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