Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

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Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat?
Then crouch within the door —
Red — is the Fire’s common tint —
But when the vivid Ore
Has vanquished Flame’s conditions,
It quivers from the Forge
Without a color, but the light
Of unanointed Blaze.
Least Village has its Blacksmith
Whose Anvil’s even ring
Stands symbol for the finer Forge
That soundless tugs — within —
Refining these impatient Ores
With Hammer, and with Blaze
Until the Designated Light
Repudiate the Forge –

1. Если сгинешь в волнах • Should You but Fail at — Sea
2. Мой друг напал на друга! • My Friend Attacks My Friend!
3. Покуда в роще на пруду • Before the Ice Is in the Pools
4. Отец мышей! Благослови • Papa above! Regard a Mouse
5. Я все теряла дважды • I Never Lost as much but Twice

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