Избранные переводы   ::   Дикинсон Эмили

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470 I am alive - I guess The Branches on my Hand Are full of Morning Glory And at my finger's end The Carmine - tingles warm And if I hold a Glass Across my Mouth - it blurs it Physician's - proof of Breath

I am alive - because I am not in a Room The Parlor - Commonly - it is So Visitors may come And lean - and view it sidewise And add " How cold - it grew" And " Was it conscious - when it stepped In Immortality? "

I am alive - because I do not own a House Entitled to myself - precise And fitting to no one else

And marked my Girlhood's name So Visitors may know Which Door is mine - and not mistake And try another Key

How good-to be alive! How infinite to be Alive -- two-fold -The Birth I had -And this -- besides, in -- Thee!

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510 It was not Death, for I stood up, And all the Dead, lie down It was not Night, for all the Bells Put out their Tongues, for Noon.

It was not Frost, for on my Flesh I felt Siroccos - crawl Nor Fire - for just my Marble feet Could keep a Chancel, cool

And yet it tasted, like them all, The Figures I have seen Set orderly, for Burial, Reminded me, of mine

As if my life were shaven, And fitted to a frame, And could not breathe without a key, And "t was like Midnight, some

When everything that ticked-has stoppedAnd Space stares all around Or Grisly frosts- first Autumn morns, Repeal the Beating Ground

But most, like Chaos -- Stopless - cool Without a Chance, or Spar Or even a Report of Land To justify - Despair.

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540 I Took my Power in my HandAnd went against the World 'T was not so much as David -- hadBut I was twice as bold

I aimed my Pebble - but Myself Was all the one that fellWas it Goliaf - was too largeOr was myself - too small?

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543 I fear a Man of frugal SpeechI fear a Silent ManHaranguer - I can overtake Or Babbler - entertain

But He who weigheth - While the RestExpend their furthest poundOf this Man - I am waryI fear that He is Grand.