Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

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A shady friend for torrid days
Is easier to find
Than one of higher temperature
For frigid hour of mind.

The vane a little to the east
Scares muslin souls away;
If broadcloth breasts are firmer
Than those of organdy,

Who is to blame? The weaver?
Ah! the bewildering thread!
The tapestries of paradise
So notelessly are made!

1. На вещи, нужные душе • Our Own Possessions — Though Our Own
2. Undue Significance a Starving Man Attaches
3. The Shelter
4. When I Hoped I Feared
5. Time's Lesson

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