Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

Sight

Before I got my eye put out,
I liked as well to see
As other creatures that have eyes,
And know no other way.

But were it told to me, to-day,
That I might have the sky
For mine, I tell you that my heart
Would split, for size of me.

The meadows mine, the mountains mine, --
All forests, stintless stars,
As much of noon as I could take
Between my finite eyes.

The motions of the dipping birds,
The lightning's jointed road,
For mine to look at when I liked, --
The news would strike me dead!

So safer, guess, with just my soul
Upon the window-pane
Where other creatures put their eyes,
Incautious of the sun.

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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