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- Martha Dickinson Bianchi. Introduction (статья), стр. V-IX
- Martha Dickinson Bianchi. Note (примечание), стр. XI
- Contents, стр. XIII
- PART ONE. Life
- Emily Dickinson. “This is my letter to the world…” (стихотворение), стр. 2
- Emily Dickinson. I. “Success is counted sweetest...” (стихотворение), стр. 3
- Emily Dickinson. II. “Our share of night to bear…” (стихотворение), стр. 3
- Emily Dickinson. III. “Soul, wilt thou toss again?..” (стихотворение), стр. 4
- Emily Dickinson. IV. “’Tis so much joy! ’Tis so much joy!..” (стихотворение), стр. 4-5
- Emily Dickinson. V. “Glee! the great storm is over!..” (стихотворение), стр. 5
- Emily Dickinson. VI. “If I can stop one heart from breaking…” (стихотворение), стр. 6
- Emily Dickinson. VII. “Within my reach!..” (стихотворение), стр. 6
- Emily Dickinson. VIII. “A wounded deer leaps highest…” (стихотворение), стр. 6-7
- Emily Dickinson. IX. “The heart asks pleasure first…” (стихотворение), стр. 7
- Emily Dickinson. X. “A precious, mouldering pleasure ’tis…” (стихотворение), стр. 7-8
- Emily Dickinson. XI. “Much madness is divinest sense…” (стихотворение), стр. 9
- Emily Dickinson. XII. “I asked no other thing…” (стихотворение), стр. 9
- Emily Dickinson. XIII. “The soul selects her own society…” (стихотворение), стр. 9-10
- Emily Dickinson. XIV. “Some things that fly there be, —…” (стихотворение), стр. 10
- Emily Dickinson. XV. “I know some lonely houses off the road…” (стихотворение), стр. 10-12
- Emily Dickinson. XVI. “To fight aloud is very brave…” (стихотворение), стр. 12
- Emily Dickinson. XVII. “When night is almost done…” (стихотворение), стр. 12
- Emily Dickinson. XVIII. “Read, sweet, how others strove…” (стихотворение), стр. 13
- Emily Dickinson. XIX. “Pain has an element of blank…” (стихотворение), стр. 13
- Emily Dickinson. XX. “I taste a liquor never brewed…” (стихотворение), стр. 14
- Emily Dickinson. XXI. “He ate and drank the precious words…” (стихотворение), стр. 14
- Emily Dickinson. XXII. “I had no time to hate, because…” (стихотворение), стр. 15
- Emily Dickinson. XXIII. “’Twas such a little, little boat…” (стихотворение), стр. 15
- Emily Dickinson. XXIV. “Whether my bark went down at sea…” (стихотворение), стр. 15-16
- Emily Dickinson. XXV. “Belshazzar had a letter, —…” (стихотворение), стр. 16
- Emily Dickinson. XXVI. “The brain within its groove…” (стихотворение), стр. 16
- Emily Dickinson. XXVII. “I’m nobody! Who are you?..” (стихотворение), стр. 17
- Emily Dickinson. XXVIII. “I bring an unaccustomed wine…” (стихотворение), стр. 17-18
- Emily Dickinson. XXIX. “The nearest dream recedes, unrealized…” (стихотворение), стр. 18
- Emily Dickinson. XXX. “We play at paste…” (стихотворение), стр. 19
- Emily Dickinson. XXXI. “I found the phrase to every thought…” (стихотворение), стр. 19
- Emily Dickinson. XXXII. “Hope is the thing with feathers…” (стихотворение), стр. 19-20
- Emily Dickinson. XXXIII. “Dare you see a soul at the white heat?..” (стихотворение), стр. 20
- Emily Dickinson. XXXIV. “Who never lost, are unprepared…” (стихотворение), стр. 21
- Emily Dickinson. XXXV. “I can wade grief…” (стихотворение), стр. 21-22
- Emily Dickinson. XXXVI. “I never hear the word “escape”…” (стихотворение), стр. 22
- Emily Dickinson. XXXVII. “For each ecstatic instant…” (стихотворение), стр. 22
- Emily Dickinson. XXXVIII. “Through the straight pass of suffering…” (стихотворение), стр. 23
- Emily Dickinson. XXXIX. “I meant to have but modest needs…” (стихотворение), стр. 23-24
- Emily Dickinson. XL. “The thought beneath so slight a film…” (стихотворение), стр. 24
- Emily Dickinson. XLI. “The soul unto itself…” (стихотворение), стр. 25
- Emily Dickinson. XLII. “Surgeons must be careful…” (стихотворение), стр. 25
- Emily Dickinson. XLIII. “I like to see it lap the miles…” (стихотворение), стр. 25-26
- Emily Dickinson. XLIV. “The show is not the show…” (стихотворение), стр. 26
- Emily Dickinson. XLV. “Delight becomes pictorial…” (стихотворение), стр. 26
- Emily Dickinson. XLVI. “A thought went up my mind to-day…” (стихотворение), стр. 27
- Emily Dickinson. XLVII. “Is Heaven a physician?..” (стихотворение), стр. 27
- Emily Dickinson. XLVIII. “Though I get home how late, how late!..” (стихотворение), стр. 28
- Emily Dickinson. XLIX. “A poor torn heart, a tattered heart…” (стихотворение), стр. 28-29
- Emily Dickinson. L. “I should have been too glad, I see…” (стихотворение), стр. 29-30
- Emily Dickinson. LI. “It tossed and tossed, —…” (стихотворение), стр. 30
- Emily Dickinson. LII. “Victory comes late…” (стихотворение), стр. 30-31
- Emily Dickinson. LIII. “God gave a loaf to every bird…” (стихотворение), стр. 31
- Emily Dickinson. LIV. “Experiment to me…” (стихотворение), стр. 32
- Emily Dickinson. LV. “My country need not change her gown…” (стихотворение), стр. 32
- Emily Dickinson. LVI. “Faith is a fine invention…” (стихотворение), стр. 32
- Emily Dickinson. LVII. “Except the heaven had come so near…” (стихотворение), стр. 33
- Emily Dickinson. LVIII. “Portraits are to daily faces…” (стихотворение), стр. 33
- Emily Dickinson. LIX. “I took my power in my hand…” (стихотворение), стр. 33
- Emily Dickinson. LX. “A shady friend for torrid days…” (стихотворение), стр. 34
- Emily Dickinson. LXI. “Each life converges to some centre…” (стихотворение), стр. 34-35
- Emily Dickinson. LXII. “Before I got my eye put out…” (стихотворение), стр. 35-36
- Emily Dickinson. LXIII. “Talk with prudence to a beggar…” (стихотворение), стр. 36
- Emily Dickinson. LXIV. “He preached upon “breadth” till it argued him narrow, —…” (стихотворение), стр. 36
- Emily Dickinson. LXV. “Good night! which put the candle out?..” (стихотворение), стр. 37
- Emily Dickinson. LXVI. “When I hoped I feared…” (стихотворение), стр. 37
- Emily Dickinson. LXVII. “A deed knocks first at thought...” (стихотворение), стр. 37-38
- Emily Dickinson. LXVIII. “Mine enemy is growing old, —…” (стихотворение), стр. 38
- Emily Dickinson. LXIX. “Remorse is memory awake…” (стихотворение), стр. 38-39
- Emily Dickinson. LXX. “The body grows outside, —…” (стихотворение), стр. 39
- Emily Dickinson. LXXI. “Undue significance a starving man attaches…” (стихотворение), стр. 39
- Emily Dickinson. LXXII. “Heart not so heavy as mine…” (стихотворение), стр. 40
- Emily Dickinson. LXXIII. “I many times thought peace had come…” (стихотворение), стр. 40-41
- Emily Dickinson. LXXIV. “Unto my books so good to turn…” (стихотворение), стр. 41
- Emily Dickinson. LXXV. “This merit hath the worst, —…” (стихотворение), стр. 41-42
- Emily Dickinson. LXXVI. “I had been hungry all the years…” (стихотворение), стр. 42
- Emily Dickinson. LXXVII. “I gained it so…” (стихотворение), стр. 43
- Emily Dickinson. LXXVIII. “To learn the transport by the pain…” (стихотворение), стр. 43-44
- Emily Dickinson. LXXIX. “I years had been from home…” (стихотворение), стр. 44-45
- Emily Dickinson. LXXX. “Prayer is the little implement…” (стихотворение), стр. 45
- Emily Dickinson. LXXXI. “I know that he exists…” (стихотворение), стр. 45-46
- Emily Dickinson. LXXXII. “Musicians wrestle everywhere…” (стихотворение), стр. 46-47
- Emily Dickinson. LXXXIII. “Just lost when I was saved!..” (стихотворение), стр. 47
- Emily Dickinson. LXXXIV. “’Tis little I could care for pearls…” (стихотворение), стр. 48
- Emily Dickinson. LXXXV. “Superiority to fate…” (стихотворение), стр. 48
- Emily Dickinson. LXXXVI. “Hope is a subtle glutton…” (стихотворение), стр. 48-49
- Emily Dickinson. LXXXVII. “Forbidden fruit a flavor has…” (стихотворение), стр. 49
- Emily Dickinson. LXXXVIII. “Heaven is what I cannot reach!..” (стихотворение), стр. 49
- Emily Dickinson. LXXXIX. “A word is dead…” (стихотворение), стр. 49
- Emily Dickinson. XC. “To venerate the simple days…” (стихотворение), стр. 50
- Emily Dickinson. XCI. “It’s such a little thing to weep…” (стихотворение), стр. 50
- Emily Dickinson. XCII. “Drowning is not so pitiful…” (стихотворение), стр. 50-51
- Emily Dickinson. XCIII. “How still the bells in steeples stand…” (стихотворение), стр. 51
- Emily Dickinson. XCIV. “If the foolish call them “flowers”…” (стихотворение), стр. 51-52
- Emily Dickinson. XCV. “Could any mortal lip divine…” (стихотворение), стр. 52
- Emily Dickinson. XCVI. “My life closed twice before its close…” (стихотворение), стр. 52
- Emily Dickinson. XCVII. “We never know how high we are…” (стихотворение), стр. 53
- Emily Dickinson. XCVIII. “While I was fearing it, it came…” (стихотворение), стр. 53
- Emily Dickinson. XCIX. “There is no frigate like a book…” (стихотворение), стр. 53-54
- Emily Dickinson. C. “Who has not found the heaven below…” (стихотворение), стр. 54
- Emily Dickinson. CI. “A face devoid of love or grace...” (стихотворение), стр. 54
- Emily Dickinson. CII. “I had a guinea golden…” (стихотворение), стр. 54-55
- Emily Dickinson. CIII. “From all the jails the boys and girls…” (стихотворение), стр. 56
- Emily Dickinson. CIV. “Few get enough, — enough is one…” (стихотворение), стр. 56
- Emily Dickinson. CV. “Upon the gallows hung a wretch…” (стихотворение), стр. 56
- Emily Dickinson. CVI. “I felt a cleavage in my mind…” (стихотворение), стр. 57
- Emily Dickinson. CVII. “The reticent volcano keeps…” (стихотворение), стр. 57
- Emily Dickinson. CVIII. “If recollecting were forgetting…” (стихотворение), стр. 58
- Emily Dickinson. CIX. “The farthest thunder that I heard…” (стихотворение), стр. 58-59
- Emily Dickinson. CX. “On the bleakness of my lot…” (стихотворение), стр. 59
- Emily Dickinson. CXI. “A door just opened on a street —…” (стихотворение), стр. 59
- Emily Dickinson. CXII. “Are friends delight or pain?..” (стихотворение), стр. 60
- Emily Dickinson. CXIII. “Ashes denote that fire was…” (стихотворение), стр. 60
- Emily Dickinson. CXIV. “Fate slew him, but he did not drop…” (стихотворение), стр. 60-61
- Emily Dickinson. CXV. “Finite to fail, but infinite to venture…” (стихотворение), стр. 61
- Emily Dickinson. CXVI. “I measure every grief I meet…” (стихотворение), стр. 61-62
- Emily Dickinson. CXVII. “I have a king who does not speak…” (стихотворение), стр. 63
- Emily Dickinson. CXVIII. “It dropped so low in my regard…” (стихотворение), стр. 63-64
- Emily Dickinson. CXIX. “To lose one’s faith surpasses…” (стихотворение), стр. 64
- Emily Dickinson. CXX. “I had a daily bliss…” (стихотворение), стр. 64
- Emily Dickinson. CXXI. “I worked for chaff, and earning wheat…” (стихотворение), стр. 65
- Emily Dickinson. CXXII. “Life, and Death, and Giants…” (стихотворение), стр. 65
- Emily Dickinson. CXXIII. “Our lives are Swiss, —…” (стихотворение), стр. 65-66
- Emily Dickinson. CXXIV. “Remembrance has a rear and front, —…” (стихотворение), стр. 66
- Emily Dickinson. CXXV. “To hang our head ostensibly…” (стихотворение), стр. 66
- Emily Dickinson. CXXVI. “The brain is wider than the sky…” (стихотворение), стр. 67
- Emily Dickinson. CXXVII. “The bone that has no marrow…” (стихотворение), стр. 67
- Emily Dickinson. CXXVIII. “The past is such a curious creature…” (стихотворение), стр. 68
- Emily Dickinson. CXXIX. “To help our bleaker parts…” (стихотворение), стр. 68
- Emily Dickinson. CXXX. “What soft, cherubic creatures…” (стихотворение), стр. 68-69
- Emily Dickinson. CXXXI. “Who never wanted, — maddest joy…” (стихотворение), стр. 69
- Emily Dickinson. CXXXII. “It might be easier…” (стихотворение), стр. 69
- Emily Dickinson. CXXXIII. “You cannot put a fire out…” (стихотворение), стр. 69-70
- Emily Dickinson. CXXXIV. “A modest lot, a fame petite...” (стихотворение), стр. 70
- Emily Dickinson. CXXXV. “Is bliss, then, such abyss…” (стихотворение), стр. 70
- Emily Dickinson. CXXXVI. “I stepped from plank to plank…” (стихотворение), стр. 71
- Emily Dickinson. CXXXVII. “One day is there of the series…” (стихотворение), стр. 71
- Emily Dickinson. CXXXVIII. “Softened by Time’s consummate plush…” (стихотворение), стр. 72
- PART TWO. Nature
- Emily Dickinson. “My nosegays are for captives…” (стихотворение), стр. 74
- Emily Dickinson. I. “Nature, the gentlest mother…” (стихотворение), стр. 75
- Emily Dickinson. II. “Will there really be a morning?..” (стихотворение), стр. 76
- Emily Dickinson. III. “At half-past three a single bird…” (стихотворение), стр. 76
- Emily Dickinson. IV. “The day came slow, till five o’clock…” (стихотворение), стр. 77
- Emily Dickinson. V. “The sun just touched the morning…” (стихотворение), стр. 77-78
- Emily Dickinson. VI. “The robin is the one…” (стихотворение), стр. 78
- Emily Dickinson. VII. “From cocoon forth a butterfly…” (стихотворение), стр. 79
- Emily Dickinson. VIII. “Before you thought of spring…” (стихотворение), стр. 80
- Emily Dickinson. IX. “An altered look about the hills…” (стихотворение), стр. 80-81
- Emily Dickinson. X. “Whose are the little beds,” I asked…” (стихотворение), стр. 81-82
- Emily Dickinson. XI. “Pigmy seraphs gone astray…” (стихотворение), стр. 82-83
- Emily Dickinson. XII. “To hear an oriole sing…” (стихотворение), стр. 83
- Emily Dickinson. XIII. “One of the ones that Midas touched…” (стихотворение), стр. 83-84
- Emily Dickinson. XIV. “I dreaded that first robin so…” (стихотворение), стр. 73-85-86
- Emily Dickinson. XV. “A route of evanescence…” (стихотворение), стр. 86
- Emily Dickinson. XVI. “The skies can’t keep their secret!..” (стихотворение), стр. 86-87
- Emily Dickinson. XVII. “Who robbed the woods…” (стихотворение), стр. 87
- Emily Dickinson. XVIII. “Two butterflies went out at noon…” (стихотворение), стр. 87-88
- Emily Dickinson. XIX. “I started early, took my dog…” (стихотворение), стр. 88-89
- Emily Dickinson. XX. “Arcturus is his other name, —…” (стихотворение), стр. 89-90
- Emily Dickinson. XXI. “An awful tempest mashed the air…” (стихотворение), стр. 90
- Emily Dickinson. XXII. “An everywhere of silver…” (стихотворение), стр. 90
- Emily Dickinson. XXIII. “A bird came down the walk…” (стихотворение), стр. 91
- Emily Dickinson. XXIV. “A narrow fellow in the grass…” (стихотворение), стр. 92-92
- Emily Dickinson. XXV. “The mushroom is the elf of plants…” (стихотворение), стр. 92-93
- Emily Dickinson. XXVI. “There came a wind like a bugle…” (стихотворение), стр. 93-94
- Emily Dickinson. XXVII. “A spider sewed at night…” (стихотворение), стр. 94
- Emily Dickinson. XXVIII. “I know a place where summer strives…” (стихотворение), стр. 94-95
- Emily Dickinson. XXIX. “The one that could repeat the summer day…” (стихотворение), стр. 95
- Emily Dickinson. XXX. “The wind tapped like a tired man…” (стихотворение), стр. 95-96
- Emily Dickinson. XXXI. “Nature rarer uses yellow…” (стихотворение), стр. 96
- Emily Dickinson. XXXII. “The leaves, like women, interchange…” (стихотворение), стр. 96-97
- Emily Dickinson. XXXIII. “How happy is the little stone…” (стихотворение), стр. 97
- Emily Dickinson. XXXIV. “It sounded as if the streets were running…” (стихотворение), стр. 97
- Emily Dickinson. XXXV. “The rat is the concisest tenant…” (стихотворение), стр. 98
- Emily Dickinson. XXXVI. “Frequently the woods are pink…” (стихотворение), стр. 98
- Emily Dickinson. XXXVII. “The wind begun to rock the grass…” (стихотворение), стр. 99
- Emily Dickinson. XXXVIII. “South winds jostle them…” (стихотворение), стр. 99-100
- Emily Dickinson. XXXIX. “Bring me the sunset in a cup…” (стихотворение), стр. 100-101
- Emily Dickinson. XL. “She sweeps with many-colored brooms…” (стихотворение), стр. 101
- Emily Dickinson. XLI. “Like mighty footlights burned the red…” (стихотворение), стр. 101
- Emily Dickinson. XLII. “Where ships of purple gently toss…” (стихотворение), стр. 102
- Emily Dickinson. XLIII. “Blazing in gold and quenching in purple…” (стихотворение), стр. 102
- Emily Dickinson. XLIV. “Farther in summer than the birds…” (стихотворение), стр. 102-103
- Emily Dickinson. XLV. “As imperceptibly as grief…” (стихотворение), стр. 103
- Emily Dickinson. XLVI. “It can’t be summer, — that got through…” (стихотворение), стр. 104
- Emily Dickinson. XLVII. “The gentian weaves her fringes…” (стихотворение), стр. 104-105
- Emily Dickinson. XLVIII. “God made a little gentian…” (стихотворение), стр. 105
- Emily Dickinson. XLIX. “Besides the autumn poets sing…” (стихотворение), стр. 105-106
- Emily Dickinson. L. “It sifts from leaden sieves…” (стихотворение), стр. 106-107
- Emily Dickinson. LI. “No brigadier throughout the year…” (стихотворение), стр. 107-108
- Emily Dickinson. LII. “New feet within my garden go…” (стихотворение), стр. 108
- Emily Dickinson. LIII. “Pink, small, and punctual…” (стихотворение), стр. 108-109
- Emily Dickinson. LIV. “The murmur of a bee…” (стихотворение), стр. 109
- Emily Dickinson. LV. “Perhaps you’d like to buy a flower?..” (стихотворение), стр. 110
- Emily Dickinson. LVI. “The pedigree of honey…” (стихотворение), стр. 110
- Emily Dickinson. LVII. “Some keep the Sabbath going to Church…” (стихотворение), стр. 110-111
- Emily Dickinson. LVIII. “The bee is not afraid of me…” (стихотворение), стр. 111
- Emily Dickinson. LIX. “Some rainbow coming from the fair!..” (стихотворение), стр. 111-112
- Emily Dickinson. LX. “The grass so little has to do, —…” (стихотворение), стр. 112-113
- Emily Dickinson. LXI. “A little road not made of man…” (стихотворение), стр. 113
- Emily Dickinson. LXII. “A drop fell on the apple tree…” (стихотворение), стр. 113-114
- Emily Dickinson. LXIII. “A something in a summer’s day…” (стихотворение), стр. 114-115
- Emily Dickinson. LXIV. “This is the land the sunset washes…” (стихотворение), стр. 116
- Emily Dickinson. LXV. “Like trains of cars on tracks of plush…” (стихотворение), стр. 116
- Emily Dickinson. LXVI. “There is a flower that bees prefer…” (стихотворение), стр. 117-118
- Emily Dickinson. LXVII. “Presentiment is that long shadow on the lawn…” (стихотворение), стр. 118
- Emily Dickinson. LXVIII. “As children bid the guest good-night…” (стихотворение), стр. 118
- Emily Dickinson. LXIX. “Angels in the early morning…” (стихотворение), стр. 119
- Emily Dickinson. LXX. “So bashful when I spied her…” (стихотворение), стр. 119
- Emily Dickinson. LXXI. “It makes no difference abroad…” (стихотворение), стр. 120
- Emily Dickinson. LXXII. “The mountain sat upon the plain…” (стихотворение), стр. 120
- Emily Dickinson. LXXIII. “I’ll tell you how the sun rose, —…” (стихотворение), стр. 121
- Emily Dickinson. LXXIV. “The butterfly’s assumption-gown…” (стихотворение), стр. 121
- Emily Dickinson. LXXV. “Of all the sounds despatched abroad…” (стихотворение), стр. 122
- Emily Dickinson. LXXVI. “Apparently with no surprise…” (стихотворение), стр. 122-123
- Emily Dickinson. LXXVII. “’Twas later when the summer went…” (стихотворение), стр. 123
- Emily Dickinson. LXXVIII. “These are the days when birds come back…” (стихотворение), стр. 123-124
- Emily Dickinson. LXXIX. “The morns are meeker than they were…” (стихотворение), стр. 124
- Emily Dickinson. LXXX. “The sky is low, the clouds are mean…” (стихотворение), стр. 124-125
- Emily Dickinson. LXXXI. “I think the hemlock likes to stand…” (стихотворение), стр. 125
- Emily Dickinson. LXXXII. “There’s a certain slant of light…” (стихотворение), стр. 125-126
- Emily Dickinson. “The springtime’s pallid landscape…” (стихотворение), стр. 126-127
- Emily Dickinson. LXXXIV. “She slept beneath a tree…” (стихотворение), стр. 127
- Emily Dickinson. LXXXV. “A light exists in spring…” (стихотворение), стр. 127-128
- Emily Dickinson. LXXXVI. “A lady red upon the hill…” (стихотворение), стр. 128
- Emily Dickinson. LXXXVII. “Dear March, come in!..” (стихотворение), стр. 129
- Emily Dickinson. LXXXVIII. “We like March, his shoes are purple…” (стихотворение), стр. 130
- Emily Dickinson. LXXXIX. “Not knowing when the dawn will come…” (стихотворение), стр. 130
- Emily Dickinson. XC. “A murmur in the trees to note…” (стихотворение), стр. 130-131
- Emily Dickinson. XCI. “Morning is the place for dew…” (стихотворение), стр. 131
- Emily Dickinson. XCII. “To my quick ear the leaves conferred…” (стихотворение), стр. 131
- Emily Dickinson. XCIII. “A sepal, petal, and a thorn…” (стихотворение), стр. 132
- Emily Dickinson. XCIV. “High from the earth I heard a bird…” (стихотворение), стр. 132
- Emily Dickinson. XCV. “The spider as an artist…” (стихотворение), стр. 133
- Emily Dickinson. XCVI. “What mystery pervades a well!..” (стихотворение), стр. 133-134
- Emily Dickinson. XCVII. “To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, —…” (стихотворение), стр. 134
- Emily Dickinson. XCVIII. “It’s like the light, —…” (стихотворение), стр. 116-134
- Emily Dickinson. XCIX. “A dew sufficed itself…” (стихотворение), стр. 135
- Emily Dickinson. C. “His bill an auger is…” (стихотворение), стр. 135
- Emily Dickinson. CI. “Sweet is the swamp with its secrets…” (стихотворение), стр. 135-136
- Emily Dickinson. CII. “Could I but ride indefinite…” (стихотворение), стр. 136
- Emily Dickinson. CIII. “The moon was but a chin of gold…” (стихотворение), стр. 137
- Emily Dickinson. CIV. “The bat is dun with wrinkled wings…” (стихотворение), стр. 137-138
- Emily Dickinson. CV. “You’ve seen balloons set, haven’t you?..” (стихотворение), стр. 139
- Emily Dickinson. CVI. “The cricket sang…” (стихотворение), стр. 139
- Emily Dickinson. CVII. “Drab habitation of whom?..” (стихотворение), стр. 139
- Emily Dickinson. CVIII. “A sloop of amber slips away…” (стихотворение), стр. 140
- Emily Dickinson. CIX. “Of bronze and blaze…” (стихотворение), стр. 140
- Emily Dickinson. CX. “How the old mountains drip with sunset…” (стихотворение), стр. 141
- Emily Dickinson. CXI. “The murmuring of bees has ceased…” (стихотворение), стр. 142
- PART THREE. Love
- Emily Dickinson. “It’s all I have to bring to-day…” (стихотворение), стр. 144
- Emily Dickinson. I. “Mine by the right of my white election!..” (стихотворение), стр. 145
- Emily Dickinson. II. “You left me, sweet, two legacies, —…” (стихотворение), стр. 145
- Emily Dickinson. III. “Alter? When the hills do…” (стихотворение), стр. 145-146
- Emily Dickinson. IV. “Elysium is as far as to…” (стихотворение), стр. 146
- Emily Dickinson. V. “Doubt me, my dim companion!..” (стихотворение), стр. 146-147
- Emily Dickinson. VI. “If you were coming in the fall…” (стихотворение), стр. 147
- Emily Dickinson. VII. “I hide myself within my flower…” (стихотворение), стр. 148
- Emily Dickinson. VIII. “That I did always love…” (стихотворение), стр. 148
- Emily Dickinson. IX. “Have you got a brook in your little heart…” (стихотворение), стр. 149
- Emily Dickinson. X. “As if some little Arctic flower…” (стихотворение), стр. 149-150
- Emily Dickinson. XI. “My river runs to thee…” (стихотворение), стр. 150
- Emily Dickinson. XII. “I cannot live with you…” (стихотворение), стр. 150-152
- Emily Dickinson. XIII. “There came a day at summer’s full…” (стихотворение), стр. 152-153
- Emily Dickinson. XIV. “I’m ceded, I’ve stopped being theirs…” (стихотворение), стр. 153-154
- Emily Dickinson. XV. “’Twas a long parting, but the time…” (стихотворение), стр. 154-155
- Emily Dickinson. XVI. “I’m wife; I’ve finished that…” (стихотворение), стр. 155
- Emily Dickinson. XVII. “She rose to his requirement, dropped…” (стихотворение), стр. 155-156
- Emily Dickinson. XVIII. “Come slowly, Eden!..” (стихотворение), стр. 156
- Emily Dickinson. XIX. “Of all the souls that stand create…” (стихотворение), стр. 156-157
- Emily Dickinson. XX. “I have no life but this…” (стихотворение), стр. 157
- Emily Dickinson. XXI. “Your riches taught me poverty…” (стихотворение), стр. 157-158
- Emily Dickinson. XXII. “I gave myself to him…” (стихотворение), стр. 159
- Emily Dickinson. XXIII. “Going to him! Happy letter! Tell him —…” (стихотворение), стр. 159-160
- Emily Dickinson. XXIV. “The way I read a letter’s this…” (стихотворение), стр. 160-161
- Emily Dickinson. XXV. “Wild nights! Wild nights!..” (стихотворение), стр. 161
- Emily Dickinson. XXVI. “The night was wide, and furnished scant…” (стихотворение), стр. 161-162
- Emily Dickinson. XXVII. “Did the harebell loose her girdle…” (стихотворение), стр. 162
- Emily Dickinson. XXVIII. “A charm invests a face…” (стихотворение), стр. 163
- Emily Dickinson. XXIX. “The rose did caper on her cheek…” (стихотворение), стр. 163
- Emily Dickinson. XXX. “In lands I never saw, they say…” (стихотворение), стр. 164
- Emily Dickinson. XXXI. “The moon is distant from the sea…” (стихотворение), стр. 164
- Emily Dickinson. XXXII. “He put the belt around my life, —…” (стихотворение), стр. 165
- Emily Dickinson. XXXIII. “I held a jewel in my fingers…” (стихотворение), стр. 165
- Emily Dickinson. XXXIV. “What if I say I shall not wait?..” (стихотворение), стр. 166
- Emily Dickinson. XXXV. “Proud of my broken heart since thou didst break it…” (стихотворение), стр. 166
- Emily Dickinson. XXXVI. “My worthiness is all my doubt…” (стихотворение), стр. 167-167
- Emily Dickinson. XXXVII. “Love is anterior to life…” (стихотворение), стр. 167
- Emily Dickinson. XXXVIII. “One blessing had I, than the rest…” (стихотворение), стр. 167-168
- Emily Dickinson. XXXIX. “When roses cease to bloom, dear…” (стихотворение), стр. 168
- Emily Dickinson. XL. “Summer for thee grant I may be…” (стихотворение), стр. 168-169
- Emily Dickinson. XLI. “Split the lark and you’ll find the music…” (стихотворение), стр. 169
- Emily Dickinson. XLII. “To lose thee, sweeter than to gain…” (стихотворение), стр. 169
- Emily Dickinson. XLIII. “Poor little heart!..” (стихотворение), стр. 170
- Emily Dickinson. XLIV. “There is a word…” (стихотворение), стр. 170-171
- Emily Dickinson. XLV. “I’ve got an arrow here…” (стихотворение), стр. 171
- Emily Dickinson. XLVI. “He fumbles at your spirit…” (стихотворение), стр. 171-172
- Emily Dickinson. XLVII. “Heart, we will forget him!..” (стихотворение), стр. 172
- Emily Dickinson. XLVIII. “Father, I bring thee not myself, —…” (стихотворение), стр. 172
- Emily Dickinson. XLIX. “We outgrow love like other things…” (стихотворение), стр. 173
- Emily Dickinson. L. “Not with a club the heart is broken…” (стихотворение), стр. 173
- Emily Dickinson. LI. “My friend must be a bird…” (стихотворение), стр. 173
- Emily Dickinson. LII. “He touched me, so I live to know…” (стихотворение), стр. 174
- Emily Dickinson. LIII. “Let me not mar that perfect dream…” (стихотворение), стр. 174
- Emily Dickinson. LIV. “I live with him, I see his face…” (стихотворение), стр. 174-175
- Emily Dickinson. LV. “I envy seas whereon he rides…” (стихотворение), стр. 175-176
- Emily Dickinson. LVI. “A solemn thing it was, I said…” (стихотворение), стр. 176
- Emily Dickinson. LVII. “Title divine is mine…” (стихотворение), стр. 176-177
- PART FOUR. Time and Eternity
- Emily Dickinson. I. “One dignity delays for all…” (стихотворение), стр. 181
- Emily Dickinson. II. “Delayed till she had ceased to know…” (стихотворение), стр. 181-182
- Emily Dickinson. III. “Departed to the judgment…” (стихотворение), стр. 182
- Emily Dickinson. IV. “Safe in their alabaster chambers…” (стихотворение), стр. 182-183
- Emily Dickinson. V. “On this long storm the rainbow rose…” (стихотворение), стр. 183
- Emily Dickinson. VI. “My cocoon tightens, colors tease…” (стихотворение), стр. 184
- Emily Dickinson. VII. “Exultation is the going…” (стихотворение), стр. 184
- Emily Dickinson. VIII. “Look back on time with kindly eyes…” (стихотворение), стр. 185
- Emily Dickinson. IX. “A train went through a burial gate…” (стихотворение), стр. 185
- Emily Dickinson. X. “I died for beauty, but was scarce…” (стихотворение), стр. 185-186
- Emily Dickinson. XI. “How many times these low feet staggered…” (стихотворение), стр. 186
- Emily Dickinson. XII. “I like a look of agony…” (стихотворение), стр. 186-187
- Emily Dickinson. XIII. “That short, potential stir…” (стихотворение), стр. 187
- Emily Dickinson. XIV. “I went to thank her…” (стихотворение), стр. 187
- Emily Dickinson. XV. “I’ve seen a dying eye…” (стихотворение), стр. 188
- Emily Dickinson. XVI. “The clouds their backs together laid…” (стихотворение), стр. 188
- Emily Dickinson. XVII. “I never saw a moor…” (стихотворение), стр. 188-189
- Emily Dickinson. XVIII. “God permits industrious angels…” (стихотворение), стр. 189
- Emily Dickinson. XIX. “To know just how he suffered would be dear…” (стихотворение), стр. 189-190
- Emily Dickinson. XX. “The last night that she lived…” (стихотворение), стр. 190-191
- Emily Dickinson. XXI. “Not in this world to see his face…” (стихотворение), стр. 191-192
- Emily Dickinson. XXII. “The bustle in a house…” (стихотворение), стр. 192
- Emily Dickinson. XXIII. “I reason, earth is short…” (стихотворение), стр. 192
- Emily Dickinson. XXIV. “Afraid? Of whom am I afraid?..” (стихотворение), стр. 193
- Emily Dickinson. XXV. “The sun kept setting, setting still…” (стихотворение), стр. 193-194
- Emily Dickinson. XXVI. “Two swimmers wrestled on the spar…” (стихотворение), стр. 194
- Emily Dickinson. XXVII. “Because I could not stop for Death…” (стихотворение), стр. 194-195
- Emily Dickinson. XXVIII. “She went as quiet as the dew…” (стихотворение), стр. 195
- Emily Dickinson. XXIX. “At last to be identified!..” (стихотворение), стр. 196
- Emily Dickinson. XXX. “Except to heaven, she is naught…” (стихотворение), стр. 196
- Emily Dickinson. XXXI. “Death is a dialogue between…” (стихотворение), стр. 196-197
- Emily Dickinson. XXXII. “It was too late for man…” (стихотворение), стр. 197
- Emily Dickinson. XXXIII. “When I was small, a woman died…” (стихотворение), стр. 197-198
- Emily Dickinson. XXXIV. “The daisy follows soft the sun…” (стихотворение), стр. 198
- Emily Dickinson. XXXV. “No rack can torture me…” (стихотворение), стр. 198-199
- Emily Dickinson. XXXVI. “I lost a world the other day…” (стихотворение), стр. 199
- Emily Dickinson. XXXVII. “If I shouldn’t be alive…” (стихотворение), стр. 199-200
- Emily Dickinson. XXXVIII. “Sleep is supposed to be…” (стихотворение), стр. 200
- Emily Dickinson. XXXIX. “I shall know why, when time is over…” (стихотворение), стр. 200-201
- Emily Dickinson. XL. “I never lost as much but twice…” (стихотворение), стр. 201
- Emily Dickinson. XLI. “Let down the bars, О Death!..” (стихотворение), стр. 201
- Emily Dickinson. XLII. “Going to heaven!..” (стихотворение), стр. 202
- Emily Dickinson. XLIII. “At least to pray is left, is left…” (стихотворение), стр. 203
- Emily Dickinson. XLIV. “Step lightly on this narrow spot!..” (стихотворение), стр. 203
- Emily Dickinson. XLV. “Morns like these we parted…” (стихотворение), стр. 203-204
- Emily Dickinson. XLVI. “A death-blow is a life-blow to some…” (стихотворение), стр. 204
- Emily Dickinson. XLVII. “I read my sentence steadily…” (стихотворение), стр. 204-205
- Emily Dickinson. XLVIII. “I have not told my garden yet…” (стихотворение), стр. 205
- Emily Dickinson. XLIX. “They dropped like flakes, they dropped like stars…” (стихотворение), стр. 206
- Emily Dickinson. L. “The only ghost I ever saw…” (стихотворение), стр. 206
- Emily Dickinson. LI. “Some, too fragile for winter winds…” (стихотворение), стр. 207
- Emily Dickinson. LII. “As by the dead we love to sit…” (стихотворение), стр. 207
- Emily Dickinson. LIII. “Death sets a thing significant…” (стихотворение), стр. 208
- Emily Dickinson. LIV. “I went to heaven, —…” (стихотворение), стр. 208-209
- Emily Dickinson. LV. “Their height in heaven comforts not…” (стихотворение), стр. 209-210
- Emily Dickinson. LVI. “There is a shame of nobleness…” (стихотворение), стр. 210
- Emily Dickinson. LVII. “A triumph may be of several kinds…” (стихотворение), стр. 210-211
- Emily Dickinson. LVIII. “Pompless no life can pass away…” (стихотворение), стр. 211
- Emily Dickinson. LIX. “I noticed people disappeared…” (стихотворение), стр. 211
- Emily Dickinson. LX. “I had no cause to be awake…” (стихотворение), стр. 183-212
- Emily Dickinson. LXI. “If anybody’s friend be dead…” (стихотворение), стр. 212-213
- Emily Dickinson. LXII. “Our journey had advanced…” (стихотворение), стр. 213-214
- Emily Dickinson. LXIII. “Ample make this bed…” (стихотворение), стр. 185-214
- Emily Dickinson. LXIV. “On such a night, or such a night…” (стихотворение), стр. 214-215
- Emily Dickinson. LXV. “Essential oils are wrung…” (стихотворение), стр. 215-216
- Emily Dickinson. LXVI. “I lived on dread; to those who know…” (стихотворение), стр. 216
- Emily Dickinson. LXVII. “If I should die…” (стихотворение), стр. 216-217
- Emily Dickinson. LXVIII. “Her final summer was it…” (стихотворение), стр. 217
- Emily Dickinson. LXIX. “One need not be a chamber to be haunted…” (стихотворение), стр. 218
- Emily Dickinson. LXX. “She died, — this was the way she died…” (стихотворение), стр. 218-219
- Emily Dickinson. LXXI. “Wait till the majesty of Death…” (стихотворение), стр. 219
- Emily Dickinson. LXXII. “Went up a year this evening!..” (стихотворение), стр. 2190-220
- Emily Dickinson. LXXIII. “Taken from men this morning…” (стихотворение), стр. 220-221
- Emily Dickinson. LXXIV. “What inn is this…” (стихотворение), стр. 221
- Emily Dickinson. LXXV. “It was not death, for I stood up…” (стихотворение), стр. 221-222
- Emily Dickinson. LXXVI. “I should not dare to leave my friend…” (стихотворение), стр. 222-223
- Emily Dickinson. LXXVII. “Great streets of silence led away…” (стихотворение), стр. 223
- Emily Dickinson. LXXVIII. “A throe upon the features…” (стихотворение), стр. 223
- Emily Dickinson. LXXIX. “Of tribulation these are they…” (стихотворение), стр. 224
- Emily Dickinson. LXXX. “I think just how my shape will rise…” (стихотворение), стр. 224-225
- Emily Dickinson. LXXXI. “After a hundred years…” (стихотворение), стр. 225
- Emily Dickinson. LXXXII. “Lay this laurel on the one…” (стихотворение), стр. 225
- Emily Dickinson. LXXXIII. “This world is not conclusion…” (стихотворение), стр. 226
- Emily Dickinson. LXXXIV. “We learn in the retreating…” (стихотворение), стр. 226
- Emily Dickinson. LXXXV. “They say that “time assuages,” —…” (стихотворение), стр. 226-227
- Emily Dickinson. LXXXVI. “We cover thee, sweet face…” (стихотворение), стр. 227
- Emily Dickinson. LXXXVII. “That is solemn we have ended, —…” (стихотворение), стр. 227
- Emily Dickinson. LXXXVIII. “The stimulus, beyond the grave…” (стихотворение), стр. 228
- Emily Dickinson. LXXXIX. “Given in marriage unto thee…” (стихотворение), стр. 228
- Emily Dickinson. XC. “That such have died enables us…” (стихотворение), стр. 228
- Emily Dickinson. XCI. “They won’t frown always, — some sweet day…” (стихотворение), стр. 228-229
- Emily Dickinson. XCII. “’Tis an honorable thought…” (стихотворение), стр. 229
- Emily Dickinson. XCIII. “The distance that the dead have gone…” (стихотворение), стр. 229
- Emily Dickinson. XCIV. “How dare the robins sing…” (стихотворение), стр. 230
- Emily Dickinson. XCV. “Death is like the insect…” (стихотворение), стр. 199-230-231
- Emily Dickinson. XCVI. “’Tis sunrise, little maid, hast thou…” (стихотворение), стр. 231
- Emily Dickinson. XCVII. “Each that we lose takes part of us…” (стихотворение), стр. 231
- Emily Dickinson. XCVIII. “Not any higher stands the grave…” (стихотворение), стр. 232
- Emily Dickinson. XCIX. “As far from pity as complaint…” (стихотворение), стр. 232
- Emily Dickinson. C. “’Tis whiter than an Indian pipe…” (стихотворение), стр. 233
- Emily Dickinson. CI. “She laid her docile crescent down…” (стихотворение), стр. 233
- Emily Dickinson. CII. “Bless God, he went as soldiers…” (стихотворение), стр. 234
- Emily Dickinson. CIII. “Immortal is an ample word…” (стихотворение), стр. 234
- Emily Dickinson. CIV. “Where every bird is bold to go…” (стихотворение), стр. 234
- Emily Dickinson. CV. “The grave my little cottage is…” (стихотворение), стр. 235
- Emily Dickinson. CVI. “This was in the white of the year…” (стихотворение), стр. 235
- Emily Dickinson. CVII. “Sweet hours have perished here…” (стихотворение), стр. 235
- Emily Dickinson. CVIII. “Me! Come! My dazzled face…” (стихотворение), стр. 236
- Emily Dickinson. CIX. “From us she wandered now a year…” (стихотворение), стр. 236
- Emily Dickinson. CX. “I wish I knew that woman’s name…” (стихотворение), стр. 237
- Emily Dickinson. CXI. “Bereaved of all, I went abroad…” (стихотворение), стр. 237
- Emily Dickinson. CXII. “I felt a funeral in my brain…” (стихотворение), стр. 238
- Emily Dickinson. CXIII. “I meant to find her when I came…” (стихотворение), стр. 238-239
- Emily Dickinson. CXIV. “I sing to use the waiting…” (стихотворение), стр. 239
- Emily Dickinson. CXV. “A sickness of this world it most occasions…” (стихотворение), стр. 239-240
- Emily Dickinson. CXVI. “Superfluous were the sun…” (стихотворение), стр. 240
- Emily Dickinson. CXVII. “So proud she was to die…” (стихотворение), стр. 207-240
- Emily Dickinson. CXVIII. “Tie the strings to my life, my Lord…” (стихотворение), стр. 241
- Emily Dickinson. CXIX. “The dying need but little, dear, —…” (стихотворение), стр. 241
- Emily Dickinson. CXX. “There’s something quieter than sleep…” (стихотворение), стр. 242
- Emily Dickinson. CXXI. “The soul should always stand ajar…” (стихотворение), стр. 242
- Emily Dickinson. CXXII. “Three weeks passed since I had seen her, —…” (стихотворение), стр. 243
- Emily Dickinson. CXXIII. “I breathed enough to learn the tricks…” (стихотворение), стр. 243
- Emily Dickinson. CXXIV. “I wonder if the sepulchre…” (стихотворение), стр. 244
- Emily Dickinson. CXXV. “If tolling bell I ask the cause…” (стихотворение), стр. 244
- Emily Dickinson. CXXVI. “If I may have it when it’s dead…” (стихотворение), стр. 244-245
- Emily Dickinson. CXXVII. “Before the ice is in the pools…” (стихотворение), стр. 245
- Emily Dickinson. CXXVIII. “I heard a fly buzz when I died…” (стихотворение), стр. 245-246
- Emily Dickinson. CXXIX. “Adrift! A little boat adrift!..” (стихотворение), стр. 246
- Emily Dickinson. CXXX. “There’s been a death in the opposite house…” (стихотворение), стр. 247
- Emily Dickinson. CXXXI. “We never know we go, — when we are going…” (стихотворение), стр. 248
- Emily Dickinson. CXXXII. “It struck me every day…” (стихотворение), стр. 248
- Emily Dickinson. CXXXIII. “Water is taught by thirst…” (стихотворение), стр. 248
- Emily Dickinson. CXXXIV. “We thirst at first, — ’tis Nature’s act…” (стихотворение), стр. 249
- Emily Dickinson. CXXXV. “A clock stopped — not the mantel’s…” (стихотворение), стр. 249
- Emily Dickinson. CXXXVI. “All overgrown by cunning moss…” (стихотворение), стр. 250
- Emily Dickinson. CXXXVII. “A toad can die of light!..” (стихотворение), стр. 250-251
- Emily Dickinson. CXXXVIII. “Far from love the Heavenly Father…” (стихотворение), стр. 251
- Emily Dickinson. CXXXIX. “A long, long sleep, a famous sleep…” (стихотворение), стр. 251
- Emily Dickinson. CXL. “’Twas just this time last year I died…” (стихотворение), стр. 252
- Emily Dickinson. CXLI. “On this wondrous sea…” (стихотворение), стр. 253
- PART FIVE. The Single Hound
- Emily Dickinson. “One sister have I in our house…” (стихотворение), стр. 256
- Emily Dickinson. I. “Adventure most unto itself…” (стихотворение), стр. 257
- Emily Dickinson. II. “The Soul that has a Guest…” (стихотворение), стр. 257
- Emily Dickinson. III. “Except the smaller size, no Lives are round…” (стихотворение), стр. 257
- Emily Dickinson. IV. “Fame is a fickle food…” (стихотворение), стр. 257-258
- Emily Dickinson. V. “The right to perish might be thought…” (стихотворение), стр. 258
- Emily Dickinson. VI. “Peril as a possession…” (стихотворение), стр. 258
- Emily Dickinson. VII. “When Etna basks and purrs…” (стихотворение), стр. 258
- Emily Dickinson. VIII. “Reverse cannot befall that fine Prosperity…” (стихотворение), стр. 259
- Emily Dickinson. IX. “To be alive is power…” (стихотворение), стр. 259
- Emily Dickinson. X. “Witchcraft has not a pedigree…” (стихотворение), стр. 259
- Emily Dickinson. XI. “Exhilaration is the Breeze…” (стихотворение), стр. 260
- Emily Dickinson. XII. “No romance sold unto…” (стихотворение), стр. 260
- Emily Dickinson. XIII. “If what we could were what we would —…” (стихотворение), стр. 260
- Emily Dickinson. XIV. “Perception of an…” (стихотворение), стр. 261
- Emily Dickinson. XV. “No other can reduce…” (стихотворение), стр. 261
- Emily Dickinson. XVI. “The blunder is to estimate, —…” (стихотворение), стр. 261
- Emily Dickinson. XVII. “My Wheel is in the dark, —…” (стихотворение), стр. 262
- Emily Dickinson. XVIII. “There is another Loneliness…” (стихотворение), стр. 262
- Emily Dickinson. XIX. “So gay a flower bereaved the mind…” (стихотворение), стр. 263
- Emily Dickinson. XX. “Glory is that bright tragic thing…” (стихотворение), стр. 263
- Emily Dickinson. XXI. “The missing All prevented me…” (стихотворение), стр. 263
- Emily Dickinson. XXII. “His mind, of man a secret makes…” (стихотворение), стр. 264
- Emily Dickinson. XXIII. “The suburbs of a secret…” (стихотворение), стр. 264
- Emily Dickinson. XXIV. “The difference between despair…” (стихотворение), стр. 264
- Emily Dickinson. XXV. “There is a solitude of space…” (стихотворение), стр. 265
- Emily Dickinson. XXVI. “The props assist the house…” (стихотворение), стр. 265
- Emily Dickinson. XXVII. “The gleam of an heroic act…” (стихотворение), стр. 265
- Emily Dickinson. XXVIII. “Of Death the sharpest function…” (стихотворение), стр. 266
- Emily Dickinson. XXIX. “Down Time’s quaint stream…” (стихотворение), стр. 266
- Emily Dickinson. XXX. “I bet with every Wind that blew, till Nature in chagrin…” (стихотворение), стр. 266
- Emily Dickinson. XXXI. “The Future never spoke…” (стихотворение), стр. 267
- Emily Dickinson. XXXII. “Two lengths has every day…” (стихотворение), стр. 267
- Emily Dickinson. XXXIII. “The Soul’s superior instants…” (стихотворение), стр. 268
- Emily Dickinson. XXXIV. “Nature is what we see…” (стихотворение), стр. 268-269
- Emily Dickinson. XXXV. “Ah, Teneriffe! Retreating Mountain!…” (стихотворение), стр. 269
- Emily Dickinson. XXXVI. “She died at play…” (стихотворение), стр. 269-270
- Emily Dickinson. XXXVII. “Morning” means “Milking” to the Farmer…” (стихотворение), стр. 270
- Emily Dickinson. XXXVIII. “A little madness in the Spring…” (стихотворение), стр. 270
- Emily Dickinson. XXXIX. “I can’t tell you, but you feel it —…” (стихотворение), стр. 271
- Emily Dickinson. XL. “Some Days retired from the rest…” (стихотворение), стр. 271
- Emily Dickinson. XLI. “Like Men and Women shadows walk…” (стихотворение), стр. 272
- Emily Dickinson. XLII. “The butterfly obtains…” (стихотворение), стр. 272
- Emily Dickinson. XLIII. “Beauty crowds me till I die…” (стихотворение), стр. 272
- Emily Dickinson. XLIV. “We spy the Forests and the Hills…” (стихотворение), стр. 273
- Emily Dickinson. XLV. “I never told the buried gold…” (стихотворение), стр. 273-274
- Emily Dickinson. XLVI. “The largest fire ever known…” (стихотворение), стр. 274
- Emily Dickinson. XLVII. “Bloom upon the Mountain, stated…” (стихотворение), стр. 274-275
- Emily Dickinson. XLVIII. “March is the month of expectation…” (стихотворение), стр. 275
- Emily Dickinson. XLIX. “The Duties of the Wind are few —…” (стихотворение), стр. 275
- Emily Dickinson. L. “The Winds drew off…” (стихотворение), стр. 276
- Emily Dickinson. LI. “I think that the root of the Wind is Water…” (стихотворение), стр. 276
- Emily Dickinson. LII. “So, from the mould…” (стихотворение), стр. 276-277
- Emily Dickinson. LIII. “The long sigh of the Frog…” (стихотворение), стр. 277
- Emily Dickinson. LIV. “A cap of lead across the sky…” (стихотворение), стр. 277
- Emily Dickinson. LV. “I send two Sunsets —…” (стихотворение), стр. 278
- Emily Dickinson. LVI. “Of this is Day composed —…” (стихотворение), стр. 278
- Emily Dickinson. LVII. “The Hills erect their purple heads…” (стихотворение), стр. 278
- Emily Dickinson. LVIII. “Lightly stepped a yellow star…” (стихотворение), стр. 279
- Emily Dickinson. LIX. “The Moon upon her fluent route…” (стихотворение), стр. 279
- Emily Dickinson. LX. “Like some old-fashioned miracle…” (стихотворение), стр. 279-280
- Emily Dickinson. LXI. “Glowing is her Bonnet…” (стихотворение), стр. 280
- Emily Dickinson. LXII. “Forever cherished be the tree…” (стихотворение), стр. 281
- Emily Dickinson. LXIII. “The Ones that disappeared are back…” (стихотворение), стр. 281
- Emily Dickinson. LXIV. “Those final Creatures, — who they are —…” (стихотворение), стр. 281
- Emily Dickinson. LXV. “Summer begins to have the look…” (стихотворение), стр. 282
- Emily Dickinson. LXVI. “A prompt, executive Bird is the Jay…” (стихотворение), стр. 282-283
- Emily Dickinson. LXVII. “Like brooms of steel…” (стихотворение), стр. 283
- Emily Dickinson. LXVIII. “These are the days that Reindeer love…” (стихотворение), стр. 283
- Emily Dickinson. LXIX. “Follow wise Orion…” (стихотворение), стр. 283
- Emily Dickinson. LXX. “In winter, in my room…” (стихотворение), стр. 284-285
- Emily Dickinson. LXXI. “Not any sunny tone…” (стихотворение), стр. 285
- Emily Dickinson. LXXII. “For Death, — or rather…” (стихотворение), стр. 285-286
- Emily Dickinson. LXXIII. “Dropped into the…” (стихотворение), стр. 286
- Emily Dickinson. LXXIV. “This quiet Dust was Gentlemen and Ladies...” (стихотворение), стр. 286-287
- Emily Dickinson. LXXV. “’Twas comfort in her dying room…” (стихотворение), стр. 287
- Emily Dickinson. LXXVI. “Too cold is this…” (стихотворение), стр. 287
- Emily Dickinson. LXXVII. “I watched her face to see which way…” (стихотворение), стр. 288
- Emily Dickinson. LXXVIII. “To-day or this noon…” (стихотворение), стр. 288
- Emily Dickinson. LXXIX. “I see thee better in the dark…” (стихотворение), стр. 288-289
- Emily Dickinson. LXXX. “Low at my problem bending…” (стихотворение), стр. 289
- Emily Dickinson. LXXXI. “If pain for peace prepares…” (стихотворение), стр. 289-290
- Emily Dickinson. LXXXII. “I fit for them…” (стихотворение), стр. 290
- Emily Dickinson. LXXXIII. “Not one by Heaven defrauded stay…” (стихотворение), стр. 290
- Emily Dickinson. LXXXIV. “The feet of people walking home…” (стихотворение), стр. 291
- Emily Dickinson. LXXXV. “We should not mind so small a flower…” (стихотворение), стр. 291-292
- Emily Dickinson. LXXXVI. “To the staunch Dust we safe commit thee…” (стихотворение), стр. 292
- Emily Dickinson. LXXXVII. “Her “Last Poems”—…” (стихотворение), стр. 292-293
- Emily Dickinson. LXXXVIII. “Immured in Heaven! What a Cell!..” (стихотворение), стр. 293
- Emily Dickinson. LXXXIX. “I’m thinking on that other morn…” (стихотворение), стр. 293
- Emily Dickinson. XC. “The overtakelessness of those…” (стихотворение), стр. 293-294
- Emily Dickinson. XCI. “The Look of Thee, what is it like?..” (стихотворение), стр. 294
- Emily Dickinson. XCII. “The Devil, had he fidelity…” (стихотворение), стр. 294
- Emily Dickinson. XCIII. “Papa above! Regard a Mouse…” (стихотворение), стр. 295
- Emily Dickinson. XCIV. “Not when we know…” (стихотворение), стр. 295
- Emily Dickinson. XCV. “Elijah’s wagon knew no thill…” (стихотворение), стр. 295
- Emily Dickinson. XCVI. “Remember me,” implored the Thief —…” (стихотворение), стр. 296
- Emily Dickinson. XCVII. “To this apartment deep…” (стихотворение), стр. 296
- Emily Dickinson. XCVIII. “Sown in dishonor?”…” (стихотворение), стр. 296-297
- Emily Dickinson. XCIX. “Through lane it lay, through bramble…” (стихотворение), стр. 297
- Emily Dickinson. C. “Who is it seeks my pillow nights?..” (стихотворение), стр. 298
- Emily Dickinson. CI. “His Cheek is his Biographer —…” (стихотворение), стр. 298
- Emily Dickinson. CII. “Heavenly Father,” take to Thee…” (стихотворение), стр. 298
- Emily Dickinson. CIII. “The sweets of Pillage can be known…” (стихотворение), стр. 299
- Emily Dickinson. CIV. “The Bible is an antique volume…” (стихотворение), стр. 299
- Emily Dickinson. CV. “A little over Jordan…” (стихотворение), стр. 300
- Emily Dickinson. CVI. “Dust is the only secret…” (стихотворение), стр. 300-301
- Emily Dickinson. CVII. “Ambition cannot find him…” (стихотворение), стр. 301
- Emily Dickinson. CVIII. “Eden is that old-fashioned House…” (стихотворение), стр. 301
- Emily Dickinson. CIX. “Candor, my tepid Friend…” (стихотворение), стр. 302
- Emily Dickinson. CX. “Speech is a symptom of affection…” (стихотворение), стр. 302
- Emily Dickinson. CXI. “Who were “the Father and the Son” —…” (стихотворение), стр. 302-303
- Emily Dickinson. CXII. “That Love is all there is…” (стихотворение), стр. 303
- Emily Dickinson. CXIII. “The luxury to apprehend…” (стихотворение), стр. 303-304
- Emily Dickinson. CXIV. “The Sea said “Come” to the Brook…” (стихотворение), стр. 304
- Emily Dickinson. CXV. “All I may, if small…” (стихотворение), стр. 304
- Emily Dickinson. CXVI. “Love reckons by itself alone…” (стихотворение), стр. 305
- Emily Dickinson. CXVII. “The inundation of the Spring…” (стихотворение), стр. 305
- Emily Dickinson. CXVIII. “No Autumn’s intercepting chill…” (стихотворение), стр. 305
- Emily Dickinson. CXIX. “Volcanoes be in Sicily…” (стихотворение), стр. 305-306
- Emily Dickinson. CXX. “Distance is not the realm of Fox…” (стихотворение), стр. 306
- Emily Dickinson. CXXI. “The treason of an accent…” (стихотворение), стр. 306
- Emily Dickinson. CXX. “How destitute is he…” (стихотворение), стр. 306
- Emily Dickinson. CXX. “Crisis is sweet and, set of Heart…” (стихотворение), стр. 307
- Emily Dickinson. CXXIV. “To tell the beauty would decrease…” (стихотворение), стр. 307
- Emily Dickinson. CXXV. “To love thee, year by year…” (стихотворение), стр. 307-308
- Emily Dickinson. CXXVI. “I showed her heights she never saw —…” (стихотворение), стр. 308
- Emily Dickinson. CXXVII. “On my volcano grows the grass, —…” (стихотворение), стр. 308
- Emily Dickinson. CXXVIII. “If I could tell how glad I was…” (стихотворение), стр. 309
- Emily Dickinson. CXXIX. “Her Grace is all she has…” (стихотворение), стр. 309
- Emily Dickinson. CXXX. “No matter where the Saints abide…” (стихотворение), стр. 309
- Emily Dickinson. CXXXI. “To see her is a picture…” (стихотворение), стр. 309-310
- Emily Dickinson. CXXXII. “So set its sun m thee…” (стихотворение), стр. 310
- Emily Dickinson. CXXXIII. “Had this one day not been…” (стихотворение), стр. 310
- Emily Dickinson. CXXXIV. “That she forgot me was the least…” (стихотворение), стр. 311
- Emily Dickinson. CXXXV. “The incidents of Love…” (стихотворение), стр. 311
- Emily Dickinson. CXXXVI. “A little overflowing word…” (стихотворение), стр. 311
- Emily Dickinson. CXXXVII. “Just so, Jesus raps — He does not weary —…” (стихотворение), стр. 312
- Emily Dickinson. CXXXVIII. “Safe Despair it is that raves…” (стихотворение), стр. 312
- Emily Dickinson. CXXXIX. “The face we choose to miss…” (стихотворение), стр. 312
- Emily Dickinson. CXL. “Of so divine a loss…” (стихотворение), стр. 313
- Emily Dickinson. CXLI. “The healed Heart shows its shallow scar…” (стихотворение), стр. 313
- Emily Dickinson. CXLII. “Give little anguish…” (стихотворение), стр. 313
- Emily Dickinson. CXLIII. “To pile like Thunder to its close…” (стихотворение), стр. 314
- Emily Dickinson. CXLIV. “The Stars are old, that stood for me —…” (стихотворение), стр. 314
- Emily Dickinson. CXLV. “All circumstances are the frame…” (стихотворение), стр. 314-315
- Emily Dickinson. CXLVI. “I did not reach thee…” (стихотворение), стр. 315-316
- Index of First Lines, стр. 317-401
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