Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

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The brain within its groove
Runs evenly and true;
But let a splinter swerve,
'T were easier for you
To put the water back
When floods have slit the hills,
And scooped a turnpike for themselves,
And blotted out the mills!

1. Судьба — именье без ворот • Doom is the House without the Door
2. Шлю два заката... • I Send Two Sunsets
3. Ночь между дней заключена • A Night — There Lay the Days between
4. Посланье миру я пишу • This Is My Letter to the World
5. Если сгинешь в волнах • Should You but Fail at — Sea

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