Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

The Railway Train

I like to see it lap the miles,
And lick the valleys up,
And stop to feed itself at tanks;
And then, prodigious, step

Around a pile of mountains,
And, supercilious, peer
In shanties by the sides of roads;
And then a quarry pare

To fit its sides, and crawl between,
Complaining all the while
In horrid, hooting stanza;
Then chase itself down hill

And neigh like Boanerges;
Then, punctual as a star,
Stop -- docile and omnipotent --
At its own stable door.

1. I Went to Thank Her
2. Death Is a Dialogue Between
3. Victory comes late
4. Enough
5. As Children Bid the Guest Good-Night

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