Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

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Afraid? Of whom am I afraid?
Not death; for who is he?
The porter of my father's lodge
As much abasheth me.

Of life? 'T were odd I fear a thing
That comprehendeth me
In one or more existences
At Deity's decree.

Of resurrection? Is the east
Afraid to trust the morn
With her fastidious forehead?
As soon impeach my crown!

1. The Railway Train
2. Surgeons Must Be Very Careful
3. The Soul unto Itself
4. Иные дни оставят круг • Some Days Retired from the Rest
5. I Found the Phrase to Every Thought

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