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Title divine — is mine!

The Wife — without the Sign!
Acute Degree — conferred on me —
Empress of Calvary!
Royal — all but the Crown!
Betrothed — without the swoon
God sends us Women —
When you — hold — Garnet to Garnet —
Gold — to Gold —

Born — Bridalled — Shrouded —

In a Day —
Tri Victory
«My Husband» — women say —
Stroking the Melody —
Is this — the way?

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We never know how high we are

Till we are called to rise
And then if we are true to plan
Our statures touch the skies —

The Heroism we recite

Would be a daily thing
Did not ourselves the Cubits warp
For fear to be a King —

* * *

1182

Rememberance has a Rear and Front —

'T is something like a House —
It has a Garret also
For Refuse and the Mouse,

Besides the deepest Cellar

That ever Mason laid —
Look to it by its Fathoms
Ourselves be not pursued —

* * *

1212

A word is dead

When it is said,
Some say.
I say it just
Begins to live
That day.

* * *

1263

There is no Frigate like a Book

To take us Lands away
Nor any Coursers like a Page
Of prancing Poetry —

This Traverse may the poorest take

Without oppress of Toll —
How frugal is the Chariot
That bears the Human soul.

* * *

1304

Not with a Club, the Heart is broken

Nor with a Stone —
A Whip so small you could not see it
I've known

To lash the Magic Creature

Till it fell,
Yet that Whip's name
Too noble then to tell.

Magnanimous as Bird

By Boy descried —
Singing unto the Stone
Of which it died —

Shame need not crouch

In such an Earth as Ours —
Shame — stand erect —
The Universe is yours

* * *

1335

Let me not mar that perfect Dream

By an Auroral stain
But so adjust my daily Night
That it will come again…

* * *

1459

Belshazzar had a Letter —

He never had but one —
Belshazzar's Correspondent
Concluded and begun
In that immortal Copy
The Conscience of us all
Can read without its Glasses
On Revelation's Wall —

Стихи Дикинсон в русских переводах [37]

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Success is counted sweetest
By those who ne'er succeed.
To comprehend а nectаr
Reqires sorest need.

Not one of аll the purple Host

Who took the Flаg todаy
Cаn tell the definition
So cleаr of Victory

Аs He defeаted — dying —

On whose forbidden eаr
The distаnt strаins of triumph
Burst аgonised аnd cleаr!

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Успех всегда так сладок
Не ведавшим его.
Постигнуть вкус нектара
Лишь страждущим дано.

Никто в пурпурном Воинстве

Поднявшем Флаг с земли
Не может смысл Победы
Точней определить

Чем тот — сраженный — Воин

Чей угасает слух,
К кому летит в агонии
Триумфа дальний звук!

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