Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

With Flowers (South winds jostle them)

South winds jostle them,
Bumblebees come,
Hover, hesitate,
Drink, and are gone.

Butterflies pause
On their passage Cashmere;
I, softly plucking,
Present them here!

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

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