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Emily Dickinson TO MAKE A PRARIE IT TAKES A CLOVER AND ONE BEE To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, One clover, and a bee. And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few. <= Вернуться к переводу MY LIFE CLOSED TWICE BEFORE ITS CLOSE My life closed twice before its close— It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me So huge, so hopeless to conceive As these that twice befell. Parting is all we know of heaven. And all we need of hell. <= Вернуться к переводу THERE IS ANOTHER LONELINESS There is another Loneliness That many die without -- Not want or friend occasions it, Or circumstances or lot. But nature sometimes, sometimes thought, And whoso it befall Is richer than could be revealed By mortal numeral. <= Вернуться к переводу
TO MAKE A PRARIE IT TAKES A CLOVER AND ONE BEE
MY LIFE CLOSED TWICE BEFORE ITS CLOSE
THERE IS ANOTHER LONELINESS