Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

Love’s Baptism

I’m ceded, I’ve stopped being theirs;
The name they dropped upon my face
With water, in the country church,
Is finished using now,
And they can put it with my dolls,
My childhood, and the string of spools
I’ve finished threading too.

Baptized before without the choice,
But this time consciously, of grace
Unto supremest name,
Called to my full, the crescent dropped,
Existence’s whole arc filled up
With one small diadem.

My second rank, too small the first,
Crowned, crowing on my father’s breast,
A half unconscious queen;
But this time, adequate, erect,
With will to choose or to reject.
And I choose — just a throne.

1. Portraits Are to Daily Faces
2. Except the Heaven Had Come So Near
3. A Shady Friend for Torrid Days
4. The Goal
5. The Preacher

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