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. The Forgotten Grave
2. Drowning Is Not So Pitiful
3. If the Foolish Call Them
4. Presentiment Is That Long Shadow on the Lawn
5. Possession

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