Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

“Troubled about Many Things”

How many times these low feet staggered,
Only the soldered mouth can tell;
Try! can you stir the awful rivet?
Try! can you lift the hasps of steel?

Stroke the cool forehead, hot so often,
Lift, if you can, the listless hair;
Handle the adamantine fingers
Never a thimble more shall wear.

Buzz the dull flies on the chamber window;
Brave shines the sun through the freckled pane;
Fearless the cobweb swings from the ceiling --
Indolent housewife, in daisies lain!

1. I Have a King Who Does Not Speak
2. Lost Faith
3. Fire
4. Ventures
5. Disenchantment

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