Из Эмили Дикинсон. 150. She died this was the way
150
Угасла тихо - лишь смогла
В последний раз вздохнуть,
Багаж нехитрый забрала
И – к солнцу, в долгий путь.
Её фигурка у ворот,
И ангел смотрит вслед…
И увидать её теперь
Уже надежды нет.
150
She died — this was the way she died.
And when her breath was done
Took up her simple wardrobe
And started for the sun.
Her little figure at the gate
The Angels must have spied,
Since I could never find her
Upon the mortal side.
Угасла тихо - лишь смогла
В последний раз вздохнуть,
Багаж нехитрый забрала
И – к солнцу, в долгий путь.
Её фигурка у ворот,
И ангел смотрит вслед…
И увидать её теперь
Уже надежды нет.
150
She died — this was the way she died.
And when her breath was done
Took up her simple wardrobe
And started for the sun.
Her little figure at the gate
The Angels must have spied,
Since I could never find her
Upon the mortal side.
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