Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

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On the bleakness of my lot
  Bloom I strove to raise.
Late, my acre of a rock
  Yielded grape and maize.

Soil of flint if steadfast tilled
  Will reward the hand;
Seed of palm by Lybian sun
  Fructified in sand.

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

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