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Ýìèëè Äèêèíñîí.
Ïåðåâîäû ñòèõîòâîðåíèé.
(Emily Elizabeth Dickinson. Translations)

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Ýìèëè Äèêèíñîí)



íà ðóìûíñêèé (Romanian)

'Tis Easier to Pity Those When Dead
A Sepal, Petal, and a Thorn
A Service of Song (Some keep the Sabbath going to church)
A Word Dropped Careless on a Page
At Half past Three, a Single Bird
Beclouded (The Sky is low — the Clouds are mean)
Before the Ice Is in the Pools
Compensation (For Each Ecstatic Instant)
Doom is the House without the Door
Exclusion (The soul selects her own society)
Heart! We Will Forget Him!
I Died for Beauty — but Was Scarce
I Dwell in Possibility
I Heard, as if I Had No Ear
I Never Lost as Much but Twice
I Send Two Sunsets
I Stepped from Plank to Plank
I've Seen a Dying Eye
If I Shouldn't Be Alive
If Wrecked upon the Shoal of Thought
It Came at Last but Prompter Death
It's All I Have to Bring Today
Joy to Have Merited the Pain
Lost (I Lost a World the Other Day!)
No Time to Hate (I had no time to hate, because)
Our Own Possessions — Though Our Own
Papa above! Regard a Mouse
Proud of My Broken Heart
Refuge (The clouds their backs together laid)
Should You but Fail at — Sea
Some Days Retired from the Rest
Success (Success Is Counted Sweetest)
Suspense (Elysium is as far as to)
Talk with Prudence to a Beggar
The Brain within Its Groove
The Duel (I TOOK my power in my hand)
The Earth Has Many Keys
The Heart Asks Pleasure First
The Journey (Our Journey Had Advanced)
The Largest Fire Ever Known
The Life We Have Is Very Great
The Most Triumphant Bird
The Past Is Such a Curious Creature
The Props Assist the House
The Secret (Some things that fly there be)
The Sweets of Pillage, Can Be Known
There Is Another Loneliness
There Is No Frigate Like a Book
These Are the Nights That Beetles Love
This Is My Letter to the World
Too Happy Time Dissolves Itself
Void (Great Streets of Silence Led Away)
We Learned the Whole of Love
We Never Know How High We Are
“Faith” Is a Fine Invention

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