Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

Death and Life

Apparently with no surprise
To any happy flower,
The frost beheads it at its play
In accidental power.
The blond assassin passes on,
The sun proceeds unmoved
To measure off another day
For an approving God.

1. To Know Just How He Suffered Would Be Dear
2. The Last Night That She Lived
3. Afraid? Of Whom Am I Afraid?
4. Playmates
5. The First Lesson

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