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Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)


The Wind


Of all the sounds despatched abroad,
There's not a charge to me
Like that old measure in the boughs,
That phraseless melody

The wind does, working like a hand
Whose fingers brush the sky,
Then quiver down, with tufts of tune
Permitted gods and me.

When winds go round and round in bands,
And thrum upon the door,
And birds take places overhead,
To bear them orchestra,

I crave him grace, of summer boughs,
If such an outcast be,
He never heard that fleshless chant
Rise solemn in the tree,

As if some caravan of sound
On deserts, in the sky,
Had broken rank,
Then knit, and passed
In seamless company.



Emily Elizabeth Dickinson's other poems:
  1. Victory comes late
  2. Playmates
  3. Resurgam
  4. Death Is a Dialogue Between
  5. It Was Too Late for Man


Poems of another poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

  • Lucy Montgomery (Люси Монтгомери) The Wind ("O, wind! what saw you in the South")
  • Eugene Field (Юджин Филд) The Wind ("Cometh the Wind from the garden, fragrant and full of sweet singing")
  • James Stephens (Джеймс Стивенс) The Wind ("The wind stood up and gave a shout")
  • James Reeves (Джеймс Ривз) The Wind ("I can get through a doorway without any key")
  • Mathilde Blind (Матильда Блайнд) The Wind ("ACROSS the barren moors the wild, wild wind")
  • Frances Kemble (Фанни Кембл) The Wind ("Night comes upon the earth; and fearfully")

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