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Emily Dickinson «Poems»

Poems

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Язык издания: английский

Boston, New York: Little, Brown and Company, 1937 г. (февраль)

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Страниц: 500

Описание:

Стихотворения.

Содержание:

  1. Alfred Leete Hampson. Introduction (предисловие), стр. V-XI
  2. Contents, стр. XV
  3. PART ONE. Life
    1. Emily Dickinson. “This is my letter to the world…” (стихотворение), стр. 2
    2. Emily Dickinson. I. “Success is counted sweetest…” (стихотворение), стр. 3
    3. Emily Dickinson. II. “Our share of night to bear…” (стихотворение), стр. 3
    4. Emily Dickinson. III. “Soul, wilt thou toss again?..” (стихотворение), стр. 3-4
    5. Emily Dickinson. IV. “’Tis so much joy! ’Tis so much joy!..” (стихотворение), стр. 4
    6. Emily Dickinson. V. “Glee! the great storm is over!..” (стихотворение), стр. 4-5
    7. Emily Dickinson. VI. “If I can stop one heart from breaking…” (стихотворение), стр. 5
    8. Emily Dickinson. VII. “Within my reach!..” (стихотворение), стр. 5
    9. Emily Dickinson. VIII. “A wounded deer leaps highest…” (стихотворение), стр. 6
    10. Emily Dickinson. IX. “The heart asks pleasure first…” (стихотворение), стр. 6
    11. Emily Dickinson. X. “A precious, mouldering pleasure ’tis…” (стихотворение), стр. 6-7
    12. Emily Dickinson. XI. “Much madness is divinest sense…” (стихотворение), стр. 7-8
    13. Emily Dickinson. XII. “I asked no other thing…” (стихотворение), стр. 8
    14. Emily Dickinson. XIII. “The soul selects her own society…” (стихотворение), стр. 8
    15. Emily Dickinson. XIV. “Some things that fly there be, —…” (стихотворение), стр. 9
    16. Emily Dickinson. XV. “I know some lonely houses off the road…” (стихотворение), стр. 9-10
    17. Emily Dickinson. XVI. “To fight aloud is very brave…” (стихотворение), стр. 10-11
    18. Emily Dickinson. XVII. “When night is almost done…” (стихотворение), стр. 11
    19. Emily Dickinson. XVIII. “Read, sweet, how others strove…” (стихотворение), стр. 11
    20. Emily Dickinson. XIX. “Pain has an element of blank…” (стихотворение), стр. 12
    21. Emily Dickinson. XX. “I taste a liquor never brewed…” (стихотворение), стр. 12
    22. Emily Dickinson. XXI. “He ate and drank the precious words…” (стихотворение), стр. 13
    23. Emily Dickinson. XXII. “I had no time to hate, because…” (стихотворение), стр. 13
    24. Emily Dickinson. XXIII. “’Twas such a little, little boat…” (стихотворение), стр. 13
    25. Emily Dickinson. XXIV. “Whether my bark went down at sea…” (стихотворение), стр. 14
    26. Emily Dickinson. XXV. “Belshazzar had a letter, —…” (стихотворение), стр. 14
    27. Emily Dickinson. XXVI. “The brain within its groove…” (стихотворение), стр. 14
    28. Emily Dickinson. XXVII. “I’m nobody! Who are you?..” (стихотворение), стр. 15
    29. Emily Dickinson. XXVIII. “I bring an unaccustomed wine…” (стихотворение), стр. 15-16
    30. Emily Dickinson. XXIX. “The nearest dream recedes, unrealized…” (стихотворение), стр. 16
    31. Emily Dickinson. XXX. “We play at paste…” (стихотворение), стр. 16
    32. Emily Dickinson. XXXI. “I found the phrase to every thought…” (стихотворение), стр. 17
    33. Emily Dickinson. XXXII. “Hope is the thing with feathers…” (стихотворение), стр. 17
    34. Emily Dickinson. XXXIII. “Dare you see a soul at the white heat?..” (стихотворение), стр. 17-18
    35. Emily Dickinson. XXXIV. “Who never lost, are unprepared…” (стихотворение), стр. 18
    36. Emily Dickinson. XXXV. “I can wade grief…” (стихотворение), стр. 19
    37. Emily Dickinson. XXXVI. “I never hear the word “escape”…” (стихотворение), стр. 19
    38. Emily Dickinson. XXXVII. “For each ecstatic instant…” (стихотворение), стр. 19-20
    39. Emily Dickinson. XXXVIII. “Through the straight pass of suffering…” (стихотворение), стр. 20
    40. Emily Dickinson. XXXIX. “I meant to have but modest needs…” (стихотворение), стр. 20-21
    41. Emily Dickinson. XL. “The thought beneath so slight a film…” (стихотворение), стр. 21
    42. Emily Dickinson. XLI. “The soul unto itself…” (стихотворение), стр. 21-22
    43. Emily Dickinson. XLII. “Surgeons must be careful…” (стихотворение), стр. 22
    44. Emily Dickinson. XLIII. “I like to see it lap the miles…” (стихотворение), стр. 22
    45. Emily Dickinson. XLIV. “The show is not the show…” (стихотворение), стр. 23
    46. Emily Dickinson. XLV. “Delight becomes pictorial…” (стихотворение), стр. 23
    47. Emily Dickinson. XLVI. “A thought went up my mind to-day…” (стихотворение), стр. 23
    48. Emily Dickinson. XLVII. “Is Heaven a physician?..” (стихотворение), стр. 24
    49. Emily Dickinson. XLVIII. “Though I get home how late, how late!..” (стихотворение), стр. 24
    50. Emily Dickinson. XLIX. “A poor torn heart, a tattered heart…” (стихотворение), стр. 24-25
    51. Emily Dickinson. L. “I should have been too glad, I see…” (стихотворение), стр. 25-26
    52. Emily Dickinson. LI. “It tossed and tossed, —…” (стихотворение), стр. 26
    53. Emily Dickinson. LII. “Victory comes late…” (стихотворение), стр. 26-27
    54. Emily Dickinson. LIII. “God gave a loaf to every bird…” (стихотворение), стр. 27
    55. Emily Dickinson. LIV. “Experiment to me…” (стихотворение), стр. 27
    56. Emily Dickinson. LV. “My country need not change her gown…” (стихотворение), стр. 28
    57. Emily Dickinson. LVI. “Faith is a fine invention…” (стихотворение), стр. 28
    58. Emily Dickinson. LVII. “Except the heaven had come so near…” (стихотворение), стр. 28
    59. Emily Dickinson. LVIII. “Portraits are to daily faces…” (стихотворение), стр. 28
    60. Emily Dickinson. LIX. “I took my power in my hand…” (стихотворение), стр. 29
    61. Emily Dickinson. LX. “A shady friend for torrid days…” (стихотворение), стр. 29
    62. Emily Dickinson. LXI. “Each life converges to some centre…” (стихотворение), стр. 29-30
    63. Emily Dickinson. LXII. “Before I got my eye put out…” (стихотворение), стр. 30-31
    64. Emily Dickinson. LXIII. “Talk with prudence to a beggar…” (стихотворение), стр. 31
    65. Emily Dickinson. LXIV. “He preached upon “breadth” till it argued him narrow, —…” (стихотворение), стр. 31
    66. Emily Dickinson. LXV. “Good night! which put the candle out?..” (стихотворение), стр. 32
    67. Emily Dickinson. LXVI. “When I hoped I feared…” (стихотворение), стр. 32
    68. Emily Dickinson. LXVII. “A deed knocks first at thought…” (стихотворение), стр. 32
    69. Emily Dickinson. LXVIII. “Mine enemy is growing old, —…” (стихотворение), стр. 33
    70. Emily Dickinson. LXIX. “Remorse is memory awake…” (стихотворение), стр. 33
    71. Emily Dickinson. LXX. “The body grows outside, —…” (стихотворение), стр. 33-34
    72. Emily Dickinson. LXXI. “Undue significance a starving man attaches…” (стихотворение), стр. 34
    73. Emily Dickinson. LXXII. “Heart not so heavy as mine…” (стихотворение), стр. 34-35
    74. Emily Dickinson. LXXIII. “I many times thought peace had come…” (стихотворение), стр. 35
    75. Emily Dickinson. LXXIV. “Unto my books so good to turn…” (стихотворение), стр. 35
    76. Emily Dickinson. LXXV. “This merit hath the worst, —…” (стихотворение), стр. 36
    77. Emily Dickinson. LXXVI. “I had been hungry all the years…” (стихотворение), стр. 36
    78. Emily Dickinson. LXXVII. “I gained it so…” (стихотворение), стр. 37
    79. Emily Dickinson. LXXVIII. “To learn the transport by the pain…” (стихотворение), стр. 37-38
    80. Emily Dickinson. LXXIX. “I years had been from home…” (стихотворение), стр. 38
    81. Emily Dickinson. LXXX. “Prayer is the little implement…” (стихотворение), стр. 39
    82. Emily Dickinson. LXXXI. “I know that he exists…” (стихотворение), стр. 39
    83. Emily Dickinson. LXXXII. “Musicians wrestle everywhere…” (стихотворение), стр. 40
    84. Emily Dickinson. LXXXIII. “Just lost when I was saved!..” (стихотворение), стр. 40-41
    85. Emily Dickinson. LXXXIV. “’Tis little I could care for pearls…” (стихотворение), стр. 41
    86. Emily Dickinson. LXXXV. “Superiority to fate…” (стихотворение), стр. 41
    87. Emily Dickinson. LXXXVI. “Hope is a subtle glutton…” (стихотворение), стр. 42
    88. Emily Dickinson. LXXXVII. “Forbidden fruit a flavor has…” (стихотворение), стр. 42
    89. Emily Dickinson. LXXXVIII. “Heaven is what I cannot reach!..” (стихотворение), стр. 42
    90. Emily Dickinson. LXXXIX. “A word is dead…” (стихотворение), стр. 42
    91. Emily Dickinson. XC. “To venerate the simple days…” (стихотворение), стр. 43
    92. Emily Dickinson. XCI. “It’s such a little thing to weep…” (стихотворение), стр. 43
    93. Emily Dickinson. XCII. “Drowning is not so pitiful…” (стихотворение), стр. 43
    94. Emily Dickinson. XCIII. “How still the bells in steeples stand…” (стихотворение), стр. 44
    95. Emily Dickinson. XCIV. “If the foolish call them “flowers”…” (стихотворение), стр. 44
    96. Emily Dickinson. XCV. “Could any mortal lip divine…” (стихотворение), стр. 45
    97. Emily Dickinson. XCVI. “My life closed twice before its close…” (стихотворение), стр. 45
    98. Emily Dickinson. XCVII. “We never know how high we are…” (стихотворение), стр. 45
    99. Emily Dickinson. XCVIII. “While I was fearing it, it came…” (стихотворение), стр. 45-46
    100. Emily Dickinson. XCIX. “There is no frigate like a book…” (стихотворение), стр. 46
    101. Emily Dickinson. C. “Who has not found the heaven below…” (стихотворение), стр. 46
    102. Emily Dickinson. CI. “A face devoid of love or grace…” (стихотворение), стр. 46
    103. Emily Dickinson. CII. “I had a guinea golden…” (стихотворение), стр. 47-48
    104. Emily Dickinson. CIII. “From all the jails the boys and girls…” (стихотворение), стр. 48
    105. Emily Dickinson. CIV. “Few get enough, — enough is one…” (стихотворение), стр. 48
    106. Emily Dickinson. CV. “Upon the gallows hung a wretch…” (стихотворение), стр. 48
    107. Emily Dickinson. CVI. “I felt a cleavage in my mind…” (стихотворение), стр. 49
    108. Emily Dickinson. CVII. “The reticent volcano keeps…” (стихотворение), стр. 49
    109. Emily Dickinson. CVIII. “If recollecting were forgetting…” (стихотворение), стр. 49
    110. Emily Dickinson. CIX. “The farthest thunder that I heard…” (стихотворение), стр. 50
    111. Emily Dickinson. CX. “On the bleakness of my lot…” (стихотворение), стр. 50
    112. Emily Dickinson. CXI. “A door just opened on a street —…” (стихотворение), стр. 51
    113. Emily Dickinson. CXII. “Are friends delight or pain?..” (стихотворение), стр. 51
    114. Emily Dickinson. CXIII. “Ashes denote that fire was…” (стихотворение), стр. 51
    115. Emily Dickinson. CXIV. “Fate slew him, but he did not drop…” (стихотворение), стр. 51-52
    116. Emily Dickinson. CXV. “Finite to fail, but infinite to venture…” (стихотворение), стр. 52
    117. Emily Dickinson. CXVI. “I measure every grief I meet…” (стихотворение), стр. 52-53
    118. Emily Dickinson. CXVII. “I have a king who does not speak…” (стихотворение), стр. 53-54
    119. Emily Dickinson. CXVIII. “It dropped so low in my regard…” (стихотворение), стр. 54
    120. Emily Dickinson. CXIX. “To lose one’s faith surpasses…” (стихотворение), стр. 54
    121. Emily Dickinson. CXX. “I had a daily bliss…” (стихотворение), стр. 54-55
    122. Emily Dickinson. CXXI. “I worked for chaff, and earning wheat…” (стихотворение), стр. 55
    123. Emily Dickinson. CXXII. “Life, and Death, and Giants…” (стихотворение), стр. 55
    124. Emily Dickinson. CXXIII. “Our lives are Swiss, —…” (стихотворение), стр. 55-56
    125. Emily Dickinson. CXXIV. “Remembrance has a rear and front, —…” (стихотворение), стр. 56
    126. Emily Dickinson. CXXV. “To hang our head ostensibly…” (стихотворение), стр. 56
    127. Emily Dickinson. CXXVI. “The brain is wider than the sky…” (стихотворение), стр. 56-57
    128. Emily Dickinson. CXXVII. “The bone that has no marrow…” (стихотворение), стр. 57
    129. Emily Dickinson. CXXVIII. “The past is such a curious creature…” (стихотворение), стр. 57
    130. Emily Dickinson. CXXIX. “To help our bleaker parts…” (стихотворение), стр. 58
    131. Emily Dickinson. CXXX. “What soft, cherubic creatures…” (стихотворение), стр. 58
    132. Emily Dickinson. CXXXI. “Who never wanted, — maddest joy…” (стихотворение), стр. 58
    133. Emily Dickinson. CXXXII. “It might be easier…” (стихотворение), стр. 59
    134. Emily Dickinson. CXXXIII. “You cannot put a fire out…” (стихотворение), стр. 59
    135. Emily Dickinson. CXXXIV. “A modest lot, a fame petite…” (стихотворение), стр. 59
    136. Emily Dickinson. CXXXV. “Is bliss, then, such abyss…” (стихотворение), стр. 59-60
    137. Emily Dickinson. CXXXVI. “I stepped from plank to plank…” (стихотворение), стр. 60
    138. Emily Dickinson. CXXXVII. “One day is there of the series…” (стихотворение), стр. 60
    139. Emily Dickinson. CXXXVIII. “Softened by Time’s consummate plush…” (стихотворение), стр. 61
  4. PART TWO. Nature
    1. Emily Dickinson. “My nosegays are for captives…” (стихотворение), стр. 64
    2. Emily Dickinson. I. “Nature, the gentlest mother…” (стихотворение), стр. 65
    3. Emily Dickinson. II. “Will there really be a morning?..” (стихотворение), стр. 65-66
    4. Emily Dickinson. III. “At half-past three a single bird…” (стихотворение), стр. 66
    5. Emily Dickinson. IV. “The day came slow, till five o’clock…” (стихотворение), стр. 66
    6. Emily Dickinson. V. “The sun just touched the morning…” (стихотворение), стр. 67
    7. Emily Dickinson. VI. “The robin is the one…” (стихотворение), стр. 67-68
    8. Emily Dickinson. VII. “From cocoon forth a butterfly…” (стихотворение), стр. 68-69
    9. Emily Dickinson. VIII. “Before you thought of spring…” (стихотворение), стр. 69
    10. Emily Dickinson. IX. “An altered look about the hills…” (стихотворение), стр. 69
    11. Emily Dickinson. X. “Whose are the little beds,” I asked…” (стихотворение), стр. 70-71
    12. Emily Dickinson. XI. “Pigmy seraphs gone astray…” (стихотворение), стр. 71
    13. Emily Dickinson. XII. “To hear an oriole sing…” (стихотворение), стр. 71-72
    14. Emily Dickinson. XIII. “One of the ones that Midas touched…” (стихотворение), стр. 72-73
    15. Emily Dickinson. XIV. “I dreaded that first robin so…” (стихотворение), стр. 73-74
    16. Emily Dickinson. XV. “A route of evanescence…” (стихотворение), стр. 74
    17. Emily Dickinson. XVI. “The skies can’t keep their secret!..” (стихотворение), стр. 74-75
    18. Emily Dickinson. XVII. “Who robbed the woods…” (стихотворение), стр. 75
    19. Emily Dickinson. XVIII. “Two butterflies went out at noon…” (стихотворение), стр. 75
    20. Emily Dickinson. XIX. “I started early, took my dog…” (стихотворение), стр. 76
    21. Emily Dickinson. XX. “Arcturus is his other name, —…” (стихотворение), стр. 76-77
    22. Emily Dickinson. XXI. “An awful tempest mashed the air…” (стихотворение), стр. 77-78
    23. Emily Dickinson. XXII. “An everywhere of silver…” (стихотворение), стр. 78
    24. Emily Dickinson. XXIII. “A bird came down the walk…” (стихотворение), стр. 78-79
    25. Emily Dickinson. XXIV. “A narrow fellow in the grass…” (стихотворение), стр. 79
    26. Emily Dickinson. XXV. “The mushroom is the elf of plants…” (стихотворение), стр. 80
    27. Emily Dickinson. XXVI. “There came a wind like a bugle…” (стихотворение), стр. 80-81
    28. Emily Dickinson. XXVII. “A spider sewed at night…” (стихотворение), стр. 81
    29. Emily Dickinson. XXVIII. “I know a place where summer strives…” (стихотворение), стр. 81-82
    30. Emily Dickinson. XXIX. “The one that could repeat the summer day…” (стихотворение), стр. 82
    31. Emily Dickinson. XXX. “The wind tapped like a tired man…” (стихотворение), стр. 82-83
    32. Emily Dickinson. XXXI. “Nature rarer uses yellow…” (стихотворение), стр. 83
    33. Emily Dickinson. XXXII. “The leaves, like women, interchange…” (стихотворение), стр. 83
    34. Emily Dickinson. XXXIII. “How happy is the little stone…” (стихотворение), стр. 83-84
    35. Emily Dickinson. XXXIV. “It sounded as if the streets were running…” (стихотворение), стр. 84
    36. Emily Dickinson. XXXV. “The rat is the concisest tenant…” (стихотворение), стр. 84
    37. Emily Dickinson. XXXVI. “Frequently the woods are pink…” (стихотворение), стр. 85
    38. Emily Dickinson. XXXVII. “The wind begun to rock the grass…” (стихотворение), стр. 85-86
    39. Emily Dickinson. XXXVIII. “South winds jostle them…” (стихотворение), стр. 86
    40. Emily Dickinson. XXXIX. “Bring me the sunset in a cup…” (стихотворение), стр. 86-87
    41. Emily Dickinson. XL. “She sweeps with many-colored brooms…” (стихотворение), стр. 87
    42. Emily Dickinson. XLI. “Like mighty footlights burned the red…” (стихотворение), стр. 87-88
    43. Emily Dickinson. XLII. “Where ships of purple gently toss…” (стихотворение), стр. 88
    44. Emily Dickinson. XLIII. “Blazing in gold and quenching in purple…” (стихотворение), стр. 88
    45. Emily Dickinson. XLIV. “Farther in summer than the birds…” (стихотворение), стр. 88-89
    46. Emily Dickinson. XLV. “As imperceptibly as grief…” (стихотворение), стр. 89
    47. Emily Dickinson. XLVI. “It can’t be summer, — that got through…” (стихотворение), стр. 89-90
    48. Emily Dickinson. XLVII. “The gentian weaves her fringes…” (стихотворение), стр. 90
    49. Emily Dickinson. XLVIII. “God made a little gentian…” (стихотворение), стр. 90-91
    50. Emily Dickinson. XLIX. “Besides the autumn poets sing…” (стихотворение), стр. 91
    51. Emily Dickinson. L. “It sifts from leaden sieves…” (стихотворение), стр. 91-92
    52. Emily Dickinson. LI. “No brigadier throughout the year…” (стихотворение), стр. 92-93
    53. Emily Dickinson. LII. “New feet within my garden go…” (стихотворение), стр. 93
    54. Emily Dickinson. LIII. “Pink, small, and punctual…” (стихотворение), стр. 93-94
    55. Emily Dickinson. LIV. “The murmur of a bee…” (стихотворение), стр. 94
    56. Emily Dickinson. LV. “Perhaps you’d like to buy a flower?..” (стихотворение), стр. 94-95
    57. Emily Dickinson. LVI. “The pedigree of honey…” (стихотворение), стр. 95
    58. Emily Dickinson. LVII. “Some keep the Sabbath going to Church…” (стихотворение), стр. 95
    59. Emily Dickinson. LVIII. “The bee is not afraid of me…” (стихотворение), стр. 95-96
    60. Emily Dickinson. LIX. “Some rainbow coming from the fair!..” (стихотворение), стр. 96
    61. Emily Dickinson. LX. “The grass so little has to do, —…” (стихотворение), стр. 97
    62. Emily Dickinson. LXI. “A little road not made of man…” (стихотворение), стр. 97
    63. Emily Dickinson. LXII. “A drop fell on the apple tree…” (стихотворение), стр. 98
    64. Emily Dickinson. LXIII. “A something in a summer’s day…” (стихотворение), стр. 98-99
    65. Emily Dickinson. LXIV. “This is the land the sunset washes…” (стихотворение), стр. 99-100
    66. Emily Dickinson. LXV. “Like trains of cars on tracks of plush…” (стихотворение), стр. 100
    67. Emily Dickinson. LXVI. “There is a flower that bees prefer…” (стихотворение), стр. 100-101
    68. Emily Dickinson. LXVII. “Presentiment is that long shadow on the lawn…” (стихотворение), стр. 101
    69. Emily Dickinson. LXVIII. “As children bid the guest good-night…” (стихотворение), стр. 102
    70. Emily Dickinson. LXIX. “Angels in the early morning…” (стихотворение), стр. 102
    71. Emily Dickinson. LXX. “So bashful when I spied her…” (стихотворение), стр. 102-103
    72. Emily Dickinson. LXXI. “It makes no difference abroad…” (стихотворение), стр. 103
    73. Emily Dickinson. LXXII. “The mountain sat upon the plain…” (стихотворение), стр. 103
    74. Emily Dickinson. LXXIII. “I’ll tell you how the sun rose, —…” (стихотворение), стр. 104
    75. Emily Dickinson. LXXIV. “The butterfly’s assumption-gown…” (стихотворение), стр. 104
    76. Emily Dickinson. LXXV. “Of all the sounds despatched abroad…” (стихотворение), стр. 104-105
    77. Emily Dickinson. LXXVI. “Apparently with no surprise…” (стихотворение), стр. 106
    78. Emily Dickinson. LXXVII. “’Twas later when the summer went…” (стихотворение), стр. 106
    79. Emily Dickinson. LXXVIII. “These are the days when birds come back…” (стихотворение), стр. 106-107
    80. Emily Dickinson. LXXIX. “The morns are meeker than they were…” (стихотворение), стр. 107
    81. Emily Dickinson. LXXX. “The sky is low, the clouds are mean…” (стихотворение), стр. 107
    82. Emily Dickinson. LXXXI. “I think the hemlock likes to stand…” (стихотворение), стр. 108
    83. Emily Dickinson. LXXXII. “There’s a certain slant of light…” (стихотворение), стр. 108-109
    84. Emily Dickinson. LXXXIII. “It will be Summer eventually —…” (стихотворение), стр. 109
    85. Emily Dickinson. LXXXIV. “She slept beneath a tree…” (стихотворение), стр. 110
    86. Emily Dickinson. LXXXV. “A light exists in spring…” (стихотворение), стр. 110
    87. Emily Dickinson. LXXXVI. “A lady red upon the hill…” (стихотворение), стр. 111
    88. Emily Dickinson. LXXXVII. “Dear March, come in!..” (стихотворение), стр. 111-112
    89. Emily Dickinson. LXXXVIII. “We like March, his shoes are purple…” (стихотворение), стр. 112
    90. Emily Dickinson. LXXXIX. “Not knowing when the dawn will come…” (стихотворение), стр. 113
    91. Emily Dickinson. XC. “A murmur in the trees to note…” (стихотворение), стр. 113
    92. Emily Dickinson. XCI. “Morning is the place for dew…” (стихотворение), стр. 114
    93. Emily Dickinson. XCII. “To my quick ear the leaves conferred…” (стихотворение), стр. 114
    94. Emily Dickinson. XCIII. “A sepal, petal, and a thorn…” (стихотворение), стр. 114
    95. Emily Dickinson. XCIV. “High from the earth I heard a bird…” (стихотворение), стр. 114-115
    96. Emily Dickinson. XCV. “The spider as an artist…” (стихотворение), стр. 115
    97. Emily Dickinson. XCVI. “What mystery pervades a well!..” (стихотворение), стр. 115-116
    98. Emily Dickinson. XCVII. “To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, —…” (стихотворение), стр. 116
    99. Emily Dickinson. XCVIII. “It’s like the light, —…” (стихотворение), стр. 116-117
    100. Emily Dickinson. XCIX. “A dew sufficed itself…” (стихотворение), стр. 117
    101. Emily Dickinson. C. “His bill an auger is…” (стихотворение), стр. 117
    102. Emily Dickinson. CI. “Sweet is the swamp with its secrets…” (стихотворение), стр. 117-118
    103. Emily Dickinson. CII. “Could I but ride indefinite…” (стихотворение), стр. 118
    104. Emily Dickinson. CIII. “The moon was but a chin of gold…” (стихотворение), стр. 118-119
    105. Emily Dickinson. CIV. “The bat is dun with wrinkled wings…” (стихотворение), стр. 119-120
    106. Emily Dickinson. CV. “You’ve seen balloons set, haven’t you?..” (стихотворение), стр. 120
    107. Emily Dickinson. CVI. “The cricket sang…” (стихотворение), стр. 120-121
    108. Emily Dickinson. CVII. “Drab habitation of whom?..” (стихотворение), стр. 121
    109. Emily Dickinson. CVIII. “A sloop of amber slips away…” (стихотворение), стр. 121
    110. Emily Dickinson. CIX. “Of bronze and blaze…” (стихотворение), стр. 121-122
    111. Emily Dickinson. CX. “How the old mountains drip with sunset…” (стихотворение), стр. 122-123
    112. Emily Dickinson. CXI. “The murmuring of bees has ceased…” (стихотворение), стр. 123
  5. PART THREE. Love
    1. Emily Dickinson. “It’s all I have to bring to-day…” (стихотворение), стр. 126
    2. Emily Dickinson. I. “Mine by the right of my white election!..” (стихотворение), стр. 127
    3. Emily Dickinson. II. “You left me, sweet, two legacies, —…” (стихотворение), стр. 127
    4. Emily Dickinson. III. “Alter? When the hills do…” (стихотворение), стр. 127
    5. Emily Dickinson. IV. “Elysium is as far as to…” (стихотворение), стр. 128
    6. Emily Dickinson. V. “Doubt me, my dim companion!..” (стихотворение), стр. 128
    7. Emily Dickinson. VI. “If you were coming in the fall…” (стихотворение), стр. 128-129
    8. Emily Dickinson. VII. “I hide myself within my flower…” (стихотворение), стр. 129
    9. Emily Dickinson. VIII. “That I did always love…” (стихотворение), стр. 129-130
    10. Emily Dickinson. IX. “Have you got a brook in your little heart…” (стихотворение), стр. 130
    11. Emily Dickinson. X. “As if some little Arctic flower…” (стихотворение), стр. 130-131
    12. Emily Dickinson. XI. “My river runs to thee…” (стихотворение), стр. 131
    13. Emily Dickinson. XII. “I cannot live with you…” (стихотворение), стр. 131-133
    14. Emily Dickinson. XIII. “There came a day at summer’s full…” (стихотворение), стр. 133-134
    15. Emily Dickinson. XIV. “I’m ceded, I’ve stopped being theirs…” (стихотворение), стр. 134-135
    16. Emily Dickinson. XV. “’Twas a long parting, but the time…” (стихотворение), стр. 135
    17. Emily Dickinson. XVI. “I’m wife; I’ve finished that…” (стихотворение), стр. 135-136
    18. Emily Dickinson. XVII. “She rose to his requirement, dropped…” (стихотворение), стр. 136
    19. Emily Dickinson. XVIII. “Come slowly, Eden!..” (стихотворение), стр. 136
    20. Emily Dickinson. XIX. “Of all the souls that stand create…” (стихотворение), стр. 137
    21. Emily Dickinson. XX. “I have no life but this…” (стихотворение), стр. 137
    22. Emily Dickinson. XXI. “Your riches taught me poverty…” (стихотворение), стр. 137-138
    23. Emily Dickinson. XXII. “I gave myself to him…” (стихотворение), стр. 139
    24. Emily Dickinson. XXIII. “Going to him! Happy letter! Tell him —…” (стихотворение), стр. 139-140
    25. Emily Dickinson. XXIV. “The way I read a letter’s this…” (стихотворение), стр. 140
    26. Emily Dickinson. XXV. “Wild nights! Wild nights!..” (стихотворение), стр. 141
    27. Emily Dickinson. XXVI. “The night was wide, and furnished scant…” (стихотворение), стр. 141-142
    28. Emily Dickinson. XXVII. “Did the harebell loose her girdle…” (стихотворение), стр. 142
    29. Emily Dickinson. XXVIII. “A charm invests a face…” (стихотворение), стр. 142
    30. Emily Dickinson. XXIX. “The rose did caper on her cheek…” (стихотворение), стр. 142-143
    31. Emily Dickinson. XXX. “In lands I never saw, they say…” (стихотворение), стр. 143
    32. Emily Dickinson. XXXI. “The moon is distant from the sea…” (стихотворение), стр. 143-144
    33. Emily Dickinson. XXXII. “He put the belt around my life, —…” (стихотворение), стр. 144
    34. Emily Dickinson. XXXIII. “I held a jewel in my fingers…” (стихотворение), стр. 144
    35. Emily Dickinson. XXXIV. “What if I say I shall not wait?..” (стихотворение), стр. 145
    36. Emily Dickinson. XXXV. “Proud of my broken heart since thou didst break it…” (стихотворение), стр. 145
    37. Emily Dickinson. XXXVI. “My worthiness is all my doubt…” (стихотворение), стр. 145
    38. Emily Dickinson. XXXVII. “Love is anterior to life…” (стихотворение), стр. 146
    39. Emily Dickinson. XXXVIII. “One blessing had I, than the rest…” (стихотворение), стр. 146
    40. Emily Dickinson. XXXIX. “When roses cease to bloom, dear…” (стихотворение), стр. 147
    41. Emily Dickinson. XL. “Summer for thee grant I may be…” (стихотворение), стр. 147
    42. Emily Dickinson. XLI. “Split the lark and you’ll find the music…” (стихотворение), стр. 147
    43. Emily Dickinson. XLII. “To lose thee, sweeter than to gain…” (стихотворение), стр. 148
    44. Emily Dickinson. XLIII. “Poor little heart!..” (стихотворение), стр. 148
    45. Emily Dickinson. XLIV. “There is a word…” (стихотворение), стр. 148-149
    46. Emily Dickinson. XLV. “I’ve got an arrow here…” (стихотворение), стр. 149
    47. Emily Dickinson. XLVI. “He fumbles at your spirit…” (стихотворение), стр. 149-150
    48. Emily Dickinson. XLVII. “Heart, we will forget him!..” (стихотворение), стр. 150
    49. Emily Dickinson. XLVIII. “Father, I bring thee not myself, —…” (стихотворение), стр. 150
    50. Emily Dickinson. XLIX. “We outgrow love like other things…” (стихотворение), стр. 150
    51. Emily Dickinson. L. “Not with a club the heart is broken…” (стихотворение), стр. 151
    52. Emily Dickinson. LI. “My friend must be a bird…” (стихотворение), стр. 151
    53. Emily Dickinson. LII. “He touched me, so I live to know…” (стихотворение), стр. 151-152
    54. Emily Dickinson. LIII. “Let me not mar that perfect dream…” (стихотворение), стр. 152
    55. Emily Dickinson. LIV. “I live with him, I see his face…” (стихотворение), стр. 152
    56. Emily Dickinson. LV. “I envy seas whereon he rides…” (стихотворение), стр. 153
    57. Emily Dickinson. LVI. “A solemn thing it was, I said…” (стихотворение), стр. 153-154
    58. Emily Dickinson. LVII. “Title divine is mine…” (стихотворение), стр. 154
  6. PART FOUR. Time and Eternity
    1. Emily Dickinson. I. “One dignity delays for all…” (стихотворение), стр. 157
    2. Emily Dickinson. II. “Delayed till she had ceased to know…” (стихотворение), стр. 157-158
    3. Emily Dickinson. III. “Departed to the judgment…” (стихотворение), стр. 158
    4. Emily Dickinson. IV. “Safe in their alabaster chambers…” (стихотворение), стр. 158
    5. Emily Dickinson. V. “On this long storm the rainbow rose…” (стихотворение), стр. 159
    6. Emily Dickinson. VI. “My cocoon tightens, colors tease…” (стихотворение), стр. 159
    7. Emily Dickinson. VII. “Exultation is the going…” (стихотворение), стр. 160
    8. Emily Dickinson. VIII. “Look back on time with kindly eyes…” (стихотворение), стр. 160
    9. Emily Dickinson. IX. “A train went through a burial gate…” (стихотворение), стр. 160
    10. Emily Dickinson. X. “I died for beauty, but was scarce…” (стихотворение), стр. 160-161
    11. Emily Dickinson. XI. “How many times these low feet staggered…” (стихотворение), стр. 161
    12. Emily Dickinson. XII. “I like a look of agony…” (стихотворение), стр. 161-162
    13. Emily Dickinson. XIII. “That short, potential stir…” (стихотворение), стр. 162
    14. Emily Dickinson. XIV. “I went to thank her…” (стихотворение), стр. 162
    15. Emily Dickinson. XV. “I’ve seen a dying eye…” (стихотворение), стр. 162-163
    16. Emily Dickinson. XVI. “The clouds their backs together laid…” (стихотворение), стр. 163
    17. Emily Dickinson. XVII. “I never saw a moor…” (стихотворение), стр. 163
    18. Emily Dickinson. XVIII. “God permits industrious angels…” (стихотворение), стр. 163
    19. Emily Dickinson. XIX. “To know just how he suffered would be dear…” (стихотворение), стр. 164
    20. Emily Dickinson. XX. “The last night that she lived…” (стихотворение), стр. 165
    21. Emily Dickinson. XXI. “Not in this world to see his face…” (стихотворение), стр. 166
    22. Emily Dickinson. XXII. “The bustle in a house…” (стихотворение), стр. 166
    23. Emily Dickinson. XXIII. “I reason, earth is short…” (стихотворение), стр. 166-167
    24. Emily Dickinson. XXIV. “Afraid? Of whom am I afraid?..” (стихотворение), стр. 167
    25. Emily Dickinson. XXV. “The sun kept setting, setting still…” (стихотворение), стр. 167-168
    26. Emily Dickinson. XXVI. “Two swimmers wrestled on the spar…” (стихотворение), стр. 168
    27. Emily Dickinson. XXVII. “Because I could not stop for Death…” (стихотворение), стр. 168-169
    28. Emily Dickinson. XXVIII. “She went as quiet as the dew…” (стихотворение), стр. 169
    29. Emily Dickinson. XXIX. “At last to be identified!..” (стихотворение), стр. 170
    30. Emily Dickinson. XXX. “Except to heaven, she is naught…” (стихотворение), стр. 170
    31. Emily Dickinson. XXXI. “Death is a dialogue between…” (стихотворение), стр. 170
    32. Emily Dickinson. XXXII. “It was too late for man…” (стихотворение), стр. 171
    33. Emily Dickinson. XXXIII. “When I was small, a woman died…” (стихотворение), стр. 171
    34. Emily Dickinson. XXXIV. “The daisy follows soft the sun…” (стихотворение), стр. 172
    35. Emily Dickinson. XXXV. “No rack can torture me…” (стихотворение), стр. 172
    36. Emily Dickinson. XXXVI. “I lost a world the other day…” (стихотворение), стр. 173
    37. Emily Dickinson. XXXVII. “If I shouldn’t be alive…” (стихотворение), стр. 173
    38. Emily Dickinson. XXXVIII. “Sleep is supposed to be…” (стихотворение), стр. 173-174
    39. Emily Dickinson. XXXIX. “I shall know why, when time is over…” (стихотворение), стр. 174
    40. Emily Dickinson. XL. “I never lost as much but twice…” (стихотворение), стр. 174
    41. Emily Dickinson. XLI. “Let down the bars, О Death!..” (стихотворение), стр. 174-175
    42. Emily Dickinson. XLII. “Going to heaven!..” (стихотворение), стр. 175
    43. Emily Dickinson. XLIII. “At least to pray is left, is left…” (стихотворение), стр. 176
    44. Emily Dickinson. XLIV. “Step lightly on this narrow spot!..” (стихотворение), стр. 176
    45. Emily Dickinson. XLV. “Morns like these we parted…” (стихотворение), стр. 176-177
    46. Emily Dickinson. XLVI. “A death-blow is a life-blow to some…” (стихотворение), стр. 177
    47. Emily Dickinson. XLVII. “I read my sentence steadily…” (стихотворение), стр. 177
    48. Emily Dickinson. XLVIII. “I have not told my garden yet…” (стихотворение), стр. 178
    49. Emily Dickinson. XLIX. “They dropped like flakes, they dropped like stars…” (стихотворение), стр. 178
    50. Emily Dickinson. L. “The only ghost I ever saw…” (стихотворение), стр. 179
    51. Emily Dickinson. LI. “Some, too fragile for winter winds…” (стихотворение), стр. 179
    52. Emily Dickinson. LII. “As by the dead we love to sit…” (стихотворение), стр. 180
    53. Emily Dickinson. LIII. “Death sets a thing significant…” (стихотворение), стр. 180
    54. Emily Dickinson. LIV. “I went to heaven, —…” (стихотворение), стр. 181
    55. Emily Dickinson. LV. “Their height in heaven comforts not…” (стихотворение), стр. 181-182
    56. Emily Dickinson. LVI. “There is a shame of nobleness…” (стихотворение), стр. 182
    57. Emily Dickinson. LVII. “A triumph may be of several kinds…” (стихотворение), стр. 182
    58. Emily Dickinson. LVIII. “Pompless no life can pass away…” (стихотворение), стр. 183
    59. Emily Dickinson. LIX. “I noticed people disappeared…” (стихотворение), стр. 183
    60. Emily Dickinson. LX. “I had no cause to be awake…” (стихотворение), стр. 183-184
    61. Emily Dickinson. LXI. “If anybody’s friend be dead…” (стихотворение), стр. 184-185
    62. Emily Dickinson. LXII. “Our journey had advanced…” (стихотворение), стр. 185
    63. Emily Dickinson. LXIII. “Ample make this bed…” (стихотворение), стр. 185-186
    64. Emily Dickinson. LXIV. “On such a night, or such a night…” (стихотворение), стр. 186
    65. Emily Dickinson. LXV. “Essential oils are wrung…” (стихотворение), стр. 187
    66. Emily Dickinson. LXVI. “I lived on dread; to those who know…” (стихотворение), стр. 187
    67. Emily Dickinson. LXVII. “If I should die…” (стихотворение), стр. 187-188
    68. Emily Dickinson. LXVIII. “Her final summer was it…” (стихотворение), стр. 188
    69. Emily Dickinson. LXIX. “One need not be a chamber to be haunted…” (стихотворение), стр. 188-189
    70. Emily Dickinson. LXX. “She died, — this was the way she died…” (стихотворение), стр. 189
    71. Emily Dickinson. LXXI. “Wait till the majesty of Death…” (стихотворение), стр. 189-190
    72. Emily Dickinson. LXXII. “Went up a year this evening!..” (стихотворение), стр. 190-191
    73. Emily Dickinson. LXXIII. “Taken from men this morning…” (стихотворение), стр. 191
    74. Emily Dickinson. LXXIV. “What inn is this…” (стихотворение), стр. 191
    75. Emily Dickinson. LXXV. “It was not death, for I stood up…” (стихотворение), стр. 192
    76. Emily Dickinson. LXXVI. “I should not dare to leave my friend…” (стихотворение), стр. 192-193
    77. Emily Dickinson. LXXVII. “Great streets of silence led away…” (стихотворение), стр. 193
    78. Emily Dickinson. LXXVIII. “A throe upon the features…” (стихотворение), стр. 193
    79. Emily Dickinson. LXXIX. “Of tribulation these are they…” (стихотворение), стр. 194
    80. Emily Dickinson. LXXX. “I think just how my shape will rise…” (стихотворение), стр. 194-195
    81. Emily Dickinson. LXXXI. “After a hundred years…” (стихотворение), стр. 195
    82. Emily Dickinson. LXXXII. “Lay this laurel on the one…” (стихотворение), стр. 195
    83. Emily Dickinson. LXXXIII. “This world is not conclusion…” (стихотворение), стр. 195-196
    84. Emily Dickinson. LXXXIV. “We learn in the retreating…” (стихотворение), стр. 196
    85. Emily Dickinson. LXXXV. “They say that “time assuages,” —…” (стихотворение), стр. 196
    86. Emily Dickinson. LXXXVI. “We cover thee, sweet face…” (стихотворение), стр. 196-197
    87. Emily Dickinson. LXXXVII. “That is solemn we have ended, —…” (стихотворение), стр. 197
    88. Emily Dickinson. LXXXVIII. “The stimulus, beyond the grave…” (стихотворение), стр. 197
    89. Emily Dickinson. LXXXIX. “Given in marriage unto thee…” (стихотворение), стр. 197
    90. Emily Dickinson. XC. “That such have died enables us…” (стихотворение), стр. 198
    91. Emily Dickinson. XCI. “They won’t frown always, — some sweet day…” (стихотворение), стр. 198
    92. Emily Dickinson. XCII. “’Tis an honorable thought…” (стихотворение), стр. 198
    93. Emily Dickinson. XCIII. “The distance that the dead have gone…” (стихотворение), стр. 198-199
    94. Emily Dickinson. XCIV. “How dare the robins sing…” (стихотворение), стр. 199
    95. Emily Dickinson. XCV. “Death is like the insect…” (стихотворение), стр. 199-200
    96. Emily Dickinson. XCVI. “’Tis sunrise, little maid, hast thou…” (стихотворение), стр. 200
    97. Emily Dickinson. XCVII. “Each that we lose takes part of us…” (стихотворение), стр. 200
    98. Emily Dickinson. XCVIII. “Not any higher stands the grave…” (стихотворение), стр. 200-201
    99. Emily Dickinson. XCIX. “As far from pity as complaint…” (стихотворение), стр. 201
    100. Emily Dickinson. C. “’Tis whiter than an Indian pipe…” (стихотворение), стр. 201
    101. Emily Dickinson. CI. “She laid her docile crescent down…” (стихотворение), стр. 202
    102. Emily Dickinson. CII. “Bless God, he went as soldiers…” (стихотворение), стр. 202
    103. Emily Dickinson. CIII. “Immortal is an ample word…” (стихотворение), стр. 202
    104. Emily Dickinson. CIV. “Where every bird is bold to go…” (стихотворение), стр. 203
    105. Emily Dickinson. CV. “The grave my little cottage is…” (стихотворение), стр. 203
    106. Emily Dickinson. CVI. “This was in the white of the year…” (стихотворение), стр. 203
    107. Emily Dickinson. CVII. “Sweet hours have perished here…” (стихотворение), стр. 203
    108. Emily Dickinson. CVIII. “Me! Come! My dazzled face…” (стихотворение), стр. 204
    109. Emily Dickinson. CIX. “From us she wandered now a year…” (стихотворение), стр. 204
    110. Emily Dickinson. CX. “I wish I knew that woman’s name…” (стихотворение), стр. 204-205
    111. Emily Dickinson. CXI. “Bereaved of all, I went abroad…” (стихотворение), стр. 205
    112. Emily Dickinson. CXII. “I felt a funeral in my brain…” (стихотворение), стр. 205-206
    113. Emily Dickinson. CXIII. “I meant to find her when I came…” (стихотворение), стр. 206
    114. Emily Dickinson. CXIV. “I sing to use the waiting…” (стихотворение), стр. 206
    115. Emily Dickinson. CXV. “A sickness of this world it most occasions…” (стихотворение), стр. 207
    116. Emily Dickinson. CXVI. “Superfluous were the sun…” (стихотворение), стр. 207
    117. Emily Dickinson. CXVII. “So proud she was to die…” (стихотворение), стр. 207-208
    118. Emily Dickinson. CXVIII. “Tie the strings to my life, my Lord…” (стихотворение), стр. 208
    119. Emily Dickinson. CXIX. “The dying need but little, dear, —…” (стихотворение), стр. 208
    120. Emily Dickinson. CXX. “There’s something quieter than sleep…” (стихотворение), стр. 209
    121. Emily Dickinson. CXXI. “The soul should always stand ajar…” (стихотворение), стр. 209
    122. Emily Dickinson. CXXII. “Three weeks passed since I had seen her, —…” (стихотворение), стр. 209
    123. Emily Dickinson. CXXIII. “I breathed enough to learn the tricks…” (стихотворение), стр. 210
    124. Emily Dickinson. CXXIV. “I’m sorry for the Dead to-day…” (стихотворение), стр. 210-211
    125. Emily Dickinson. CXXV. “If tolling bell I ask the cause…” (стихотворение), стр. 211
    126. Emily Dickinson. CXXVI. “If I may have it when it’s dead…” (стихотворение), стр. 211-212
    127. Emily Dickinson. CXXVII. “Before the ice is in the pools…” (стихотворение), стр. 212
    128. Emily Dickinson. CXXVIII. “I heard a fly buzz when I died…” (стихотворение), стр. 212-213
    129. Emily Dickinson. CXXIX. “Adrift! A little boat adrift!..” (стихотворение), стр. 213
    130. Emily Dickinson. CXXX. “There’s been a death in the opposite house…” (стихотворение), стр. 213-214
    131. Emily Dickinson. CXXXI. “We never know we go, — when we are going…” (стихотворение), стр. 214
    132. Emily Dickinson. CXXXII. “It struck me every day…” (стихотворение), стр. 214-215
    133. Emily Dickinson. CXXXIII. “Water is taught by thirst…” (стихотворение), стр. 215
    134. Emily Dickinson. CXXXIV. “We thirst at first, — ’tis Nature’s act…” (стихотворение), стр. 215
    135. Emily Dickinson. CXXXV. “A clock stopped — not the mantel’s…” (стихотворение), стр. 215-216
    136. Emily Dickinson. CXXXVI. “All overgrown by cunning moss…” (стихотворение), стр. 216
    137. Emily Dickinson. CXXXVII. “A toad can die of light!..” (стихотворение), стр. 217
    138. Emily Dickinson. CXXXVIII. “Far from love the Heavenly Father…” (стихотворение), стр. 217
    139. Emily Dickinson. CXXXIX. “A long, long sleep, a famous sleep…” (стихотворение), стр. 217
    140. Emily Dickinson. CXL. “’Twas just this time last year I died…” (стихотворение), стр. 218
    141. Emily Dickinson. CXLI. “On this wondrous sea…” (стихотворение), стр. 219
  7. PART FIVE. The Single Hound
    1. Emily Dickinson. “One sister have I in our house…” (стихотворение), стр. 222
    2. Emily Dickinson. I. “Adventure most unto itself…” (стихотворение), стр. 223
    3. Emily Dickinson. II. “The Soul that has a Guest…” (стихотворение), стр. 223
    4. Emily Dickinson. III. “Except the smaller size, no Lives are round…” (стихотворение), стр. 223
    5. Emily Dickinson. IV. “Fame is a fickle food…” (стихотворение), стр. 223
    6. Emily Dickinson. V. “The right to perish might be thought…” (стихотворение), стр. 224
    7. Emily Dickinson. VI. “Peril as a possession…” (стихотворение), стр. 224
    8. Emily Dickinson. VII. “When Etna basks and purrs…” (стихотворение), стр. 224
    9. Emily Dickinson. VIII. “Reverse cannot befall that fine Prosperity…” (стихотворение), стр. 224
    10. Emily Dickinson. IX. “To be alive is power…” (стихотворение), стр. 225
    11. Emily Dickinson. X. “Witchcraft has not a pedigree…” (стихотворение), стр. 225
    12. Emily Dickinson. XI. “Exhilaration is the Breeze…” (стихотворение), стр. 225
    13. Emily Dickinson. XII. “No romance sold unto…” (стихотворение), стр. 225-226
    14. Emily Dickinson. XIII. “If what we could were what we would —…” (стихотворение), стр. 226
    15. Emily Dickinson. XIV. “Perception of an…” (стихотворение), стр. 226
    16. Emily Dickinson. XV. “No other can reduce…” (стихотворение), стр. 226
    17. Emily Dickinson. XVI. “The blunder is to estimate, —…” (стихотворение), стр. 227
    18. Emily Dickinson. XVII. “My Wheel is in the dark, —…” (стихотворение), стр. 227
    19. Emily Dickinson. XVIII. “There is another Loneliness…” (стихотворение), стр. 227-228
    20. Emily Dickinson. XIX. “So gay a flower bereaved the mind…” (стихотворение), стр. 228
    21. Emily Dickinson. XX. “Glory is that bright tragic thing…” (стихотворение), стр. 228
    22. Emily Dickinson. XXI. “The missing All prevented me…” (стихотворение), стр. 228
    23. Emily Dickinson. XXII. “His mind, of man a secret makes…” (стихотворение), стр. 229
    24. Emily Dickinson. XXIII. “The suburbs of a secret…” (стихотворение), стр. 229
    25. Emily Dickinson. XXIV. “The difference between despair…” (стихотворение), стр. 229
    26. Emily Dickinson. XXV. “There is a solitude of space…” (стихотворение), стр. 229-230
    27. Emily Dickinson. XXVI. “The props assist the house…” (стихотворение), стр. 230
    28. Emily Dickinson. XXVII. “The gleam of an heroic act…” (стихотворение), стр. 230
    29. Emily Dickinson. XXVIII. “To disappear enhances…” (стихотворение), стр. 230-231
    30. Emily Dickinson. XXIX. “Down Time’s quaint stream…” (стихотворение), стр. 231
    31. Emily Dickinson. XXX. “I bet with every Wind that blew, till Nature in chagrin…” (стихотворение), стр. 231
    32. Emily Dickinson. XXXI. “The Future never spoke…” (стихотворение), стр. 232
    33. Emily Dickinson. XXXII. “Two lengths has every day…” (стихотворение), стр. 232
    34. Emily Dickinson. XXXIII. “The Soul’s superior instants…” (стихотворение), стр. 232-233
    35. Emily Dickinson. XXXIV. “Nature is what we see…” (стихотворение), стр. 233
    36. Emily Dickinson. XXXV. “Ah, Teneriffe! Retreating Mountain!…” (стихотворение), стр. 233-234
    37. Emily Dickinson. XXXVI. “She died at play…” (стихотворение), стр. 234
    38. Emily Dickinson. XXXVII. “Morning” means “Milking” to the Farmer…” (стихотворение), стр. 234
    39. Emily Dickinson. XXXVIII. “A little madness in the Spring…” (стихотворение), стр. 235
    40. Emily Dickinson. XXXIX. “I can’t tell you, but you feel it —…” (стихотворение), стр. 235
    41. Emily Dickinson. XL. “Some Days retired from the rest…” (стихотворение), стр. 236
    42. Emily Dickinson. XLI. “Like Men and Women shadows walk…” (стихотворение), стр. 236
    43. Emily Dickinson. XLII. “The butterfly obtains…” (стихотворение), стр. 236
    44. Emily Dickinson. XLIII. “Beauty crowds me till I die…” (стихотворение), стр. 236
    45. Emily Dickinson. XLIV. “We spy the Forests and the Hills…” (стихотворение), стр. 237
    46. Emily Dickinson. XLV. “I never told the buried gold…” (стихотворение), стр. 237
    47. Emily Dickinson. XLVI. “The largest fire ever known…” (стихотворение), стр. 238
    48. Emily Dickinson. XLVII. “Bloom upon the Mountain, stated…” (стихотворение), стр. 238
    49. Emily Dickinson. XLVIII. “March is the month of expectation…” (стихотворение), стр. 239
    50. Emily Dickinson. XLIX. “The Duties of the Wind are few —…” (стихотворение), стр. 239
    51. Emily Dickinson. L. “The Winds drew off…” (стихотворение), стр. 239
    52. Emily Dickinson. LI. “I think that the root of the Wind is Water…” (стихотворение), стр. 240
    53. Emily Dickinson. LII. “So, from the mould…” (стихотворение), стр. 240
    54. Emily Dickinson. LIII. “The long sigh of the Frog…” (стихотворение), стр. 240
    55. Emily Dickinson. LIV. “A cap of lead across the sky…” (стихотворение), стр. 241
    56. Emily Dickinson. LV. “I send two Sunsets —…” (стихотворение), стр. 241
    57. Emily Dickinson. LVI. “Of this is Day composed —…” (стихотворение), стр. 241
    58. Emily Dickinson. LVII. “The Hills erect their purple heads…” (стихотворение), стр. 242
    59. Emily Dickinson. LVIII. “Lightly stepped a yellow star…” (стихотворение), стр. 242
    60. Emily Dickinson. LIX. “The Moon upon her fluent route…” (стихотворение), стр. 242
    61. Emily Dickinson. LX. “Like some old-fashioned miracle…” (стихотворение), стр. 242-243
    62. Emily Dickinson. LXI. “Glowing is her Bonnet…” (стихотворение), стр. 243
    63. Emily Dickinson. LXII. “Forever cherished be the tree…” (стихотворение), стр. 243-244
    64. Emily Dickinson. LXIII. “The Ones that disappeared are back…” (стихотворение), стр. 244
    65. Emily Dickinson. LXIV. “Those final Creatures, — who they are —…” (стихотворение), стр. 244
    66. Emily Dickinson. LXV. “Summer begins to have the look…” (стихотворение), стр. 244-245
    67. Emily Dickinson. LXVI. “A prompt, executive Bird is the Jay…” (стихотворение), стр. 245
    68. Emily Dickinson. LXVII. “Like brooms of steel…” (стихотворение), стр. 245
    69. Emily Dickinson. LXVIII. “These are the days that Reindeer love…” (стихотворение), стр. 246
    70. Emily Dickinson. LXIX. “Follow wise Orion…” (стихотворение), стр. 246
    71. Emily Dickinson. LXX. “In winter, in my room…” (стихотворение), стр. 246-247
    72. Emily Dickinson. LXXI. “Not any sunny tone…” (стихотворение), стр. 247
    73. Emily Dickinson. LXXII. “For Death, — or rather…” (стихотворение), стр. 247-248
    74. Emily Dickinson. LXXIII. “Dropped into the…” (стихотворение), стр. 248
    75. Emily Dickinson. LXXIV. “This quiet Dust was Gentlemen and Ladies 248
    76. Emily Dickinson. LXXV. “’Twas comfort in her dying room…” (стихотворение), стр. 249
    77. Emily Dickinson. LXXVI. “Too cold is this…” (стихотворение), стр. 249
    78. Emily Dickinson. LXXVII. “I watched her face to see which way…” (стихотворение), стр. 249
    79. Emily Dickinson. LXXVIII. “To-day or this noon…” (стихотворение), стр. 250
    80. Emily Dickinson. LXXIX. “I see thee better in the dark…” (стихотворение), стр. 250
    81. Emily Dickinson. LXXX. “Low at my problem bending…” (стихотворение), стр. 250-251
    82. Emily Dickinson. LXXXI. “If pain for peace prepares…” (стихотворение), стр. 251
    83. Emily Dickinson. LXXXII. “I fit for them…” (стихотворение), стр. 251
    84. Emily Dickinson. LXXXIII. “Not one by Heaven defrauded stay…” (стихотворение), стр. 252
    85. Emily Dickinson. LXXXIV. “The feet of people walking home…” (стихотворение), стр. 252
    86. Emily Dickinson. LXXXV. “We should not mind so small a flower…” (стихотворение), стр. 253
    87. Emily Dickinson. LXXXVI. “To the staunch Dust we safe commit thee…” (стихотворение), стр. 253
    88. Emily Dickinson. LXXXVII. “Her “Last Poems”—…” (стихотворение), стр. 253-254
    89. Emily Dickinson. LXXXVIII. “Immured in Heaven! What a Cell!..” (стихотворение), стр. 254
    90. Emily Dickinson. LXXXIX. “I’m thinking on that other morn…” (стихотворение), стр. 254
    91. Emily Dickinson. XC. “The overtakelessness of those…” (стихотворение), стр. 254
    92. Emily Dickinson. XCI. “The Look of Thee, what is it like?..” (стихотворение), стр. 255
    93. Emily Dickinson. XCII. “The Devil, had he fidelity…” (стихотворение), стр. 255
    94. Emily Dickinson. XCIII. “Papa above! Regard a Mouse…” (стихотворение), стр. 255-256
    95. Emily Dickinson. XCIV. “Not when we know…” (стихотворение), стр. 256
    96. Emily Dickinson. XCV. “Elijah’s wagon knew no thill…” (стихотворение), стр. 256
    97. Emily Dickinson. XCVI. “Remember me,” implored the Thief —…” (стихотворение), стр. 256-257
    98. Emily Dickinson. XCVII. “To this apartment deep…” (стихотворение), стр. 257
    99. Emily Dickinson. XCVIII. “Sown in dishonor?”…” (стихотворение), стр. 257
    100. Emily Dickinson. XCIX. “Through lane it lay, through bramble…” (стихотворение), стр. 257-258
    101. Emily Dickinson. C. “Who is it seeks my pillow nights?..” (стихотворение), стр. 258
    102. Emily Dickinson. CI. “His Cheek is his Biographer —…” (стихотворение), стр. 258
    103. Emily Dickinson. CII. “Heavenly Father,” take to Thee…” (стихотворение), стр. 258-259
    104. Emily Dickinson. CIII. “The sweets of Pillage can be known…” (стихотворение), стр. 259
    105. Emily Dickinson. CIV. “The Bible is an antique volume…” (стихотворение), стр. 259
    106. Emily Dickinson. CV. “A little over Jordan…” (стихотворение), стр. 259-260
    107. Emily Dickinson. CVI. “Dust is the only secret…” (стихотворение), стр. 260
    108. Emily Dickinson. CVII. “Ambition cannot find him…” (стихотворение), стр. 261
    109. Emily Dickinson. CVIII. “Eden is that old-fashioned House…” (стихотворение), стр. 261
    110. Emily Dickinson. CIX. “Candor, my tepid Friend…” (стихотворение), стр. 261
    111. Emily Dickinson. CX. “Speech is a symptom of affection…” (стихотворение), стр. 261
    112. Emily Dickinson. CXI. “Who were “the Father and the Son” —…” (стихотворение), стр. 262
    113. Emily Dickinson. CXII. “That Love is all there is…” (стихотворение), стр. 262
    114. Emily Dickinson. CXIII. “The luxury to apprehend…” (стихотворение), стр. 263
    115. Emily Dickinson. CXIV. “The Sea said “Come” to the Brook…” (стихотворение), стр. 263
    116. Emily Dickinson. CXV. “All I may, if small…” (стихотворение), стр. 263
    117. Emily Dickinson. CXVI. “Love reckons by itself alone…” (стихотворение), стр. 264
    118. Emily Dickinson. CXVII. “The inundation of the Spring…” (стихотворение), стр. 264
    119. Emily Dickinson. CXVIII. “No Autumn’s intercepting chill…” (стихотворение), стр. 264
    120. Emily Dickinson. CXIX. “Volcanoes be in Sicily…” (стихотворение), стр. 264
    121. Emily Dickinson. CXX. “Distance is not the realm of Fox…” (стихотворение), стр. 265
    122. Emily Dickinson. CXXI. “The treason of an accent…” (стихотворение), стр. 265
    123. Emily Dickinson. CXX. “How destitute is he…” (стихотворение), стр. 265
    124. Emily Dickinson. CXX. “Crisis is sweet and, set of Heart…” (стихотворение), стр. 265
    125. Emily Dickinson. CXXIV. “To tell the beauty would decrease…” (стихотворение), стр. 266
    126. Emily Dickinson. CXXV. “To love thee, year by year…” (стихотворение), стр. 266
    127. Emily Dickinson. CXXVI. “I showed her heights she never saw —…” (стихотворение), стр. 266
    128. Emily Dickinson. CXXVII. “On my volcano grows the grass, —…” (стихотворение), стр. 267
    129. Emily Dickinson. CXXVIII. “If I could tell how glad I was…” (стихотворение), стр. 267
    130. Emily Dickinson. CXXIX. “Her Grace is all she has…” (стихотворение), стр. 267
    131. Emily Dickinson. CXXX. “No matter where the Saints abide…” (стихотворение), стр. 267
    132. Emily Dickinson. CXXXI. “To see her is a picture…” (стихотворение), стр. 268
    133. Emily Dickinson. CXXXII. “So set its sun m thee…” (стихотворение), стр. 268
    134. Emily Dickinson. CXXXIII. “Had this one day not been…” (стихотворение), стр. 268
    135. Emily Dickinson. CXXXIV. “That she forgot me was the least…” (стихотворение), стр. 268-269
    136. Emily Dickinson. CXXXV. “The incidents of Love…” (стихотворение), стр. 269
    137. Emily Dickinson. CXXXVI. “A little overflowing word…” (стихотворение), стр. 269
    138. Emily Dickinson. CXXXVII. “Just so, Jesus raps — He does not weary —…” (стихотворение), стр. 269
    139. Emily Dickinson. CXXXVIII. “Safe Despair it is that raves…” (стихотворение), стр. 269-270
    140. Emily Dickinson. CXXXIX. “The face we choose to miss…” (стихотворение), стр. 270
    141. Emily Dickinson. CXL. “Of so divine a loss…” (стихотворение), стр. 270
    142. Emily Dickinson. CXLI. “The healed Heart shows its shallow scar…” (стихотворение), стр. 270
    143. Emily Dickinson. CXLII. “Give little anguish…” (стихотворение), стр. 270-271
    144. Emily Dickinson. CXLIII. “To pile like Thunder to its close…” (стихотворение), стр. 271
    145. Emily Dickinson. CXLIV. “The Stars are old, that stood for me —…” (стихотворение), стр. 271
    146. Emily Dickinson. CXLV. “All circumstances are the frame…” (стихотворение), стр. 271-272
    147. Emily Dickinson. CXLVI. “I did not reach thee…” (стихотворение), стр. 272-273
  8. PART SIX. Further Poems
    1. ONE
      1. Emily Dickinson. “Fitter to see him I may be…” (стихотворение), стр. 276
      2. Emily Dickinson. I. “I fear a man of scanty speech…” (стихотворение), стр. 277
      3. Emily Dickinson. II. “Publication is the auction…” (стихотворение), стр. 277
      4. Emily Dickinson. III. “Some work for Immortality…” (стихотворение), стр. 277-278
      5. Emily Dickinson. IV. “The popular Heart is a cannon first…” (стихотворение), стр. 278
      6. Emily Dickinson. V. “Funny to be a Century…” (стихотворение), стр. 278
      7. Emily Dickinson. VI. “I cannot dance upon my toes…” (стихотворение), стр. 278-279
      8. Emily Dickinson. VII. “’Tis opposites entice…” (стихотворение), стр. 279
      9. Emily Dickinson. VIII. “Color, Caste, Denomination —…” (стихотворение), стр. 280
      10. Emily Dickinson. IX. “I reckon, when I count at all…” (стихотворение), стр. 280-281
      11. Emily Dickinson. X. “This was a Poet — it is that…” (стихотворение), стр. 281
      12. Emily Dickinson. XI. “Strong draughts of their refreshing minds…” (стихотворение), стр. 281
      13. Emily Dickinson. XII. “We miss a kinsman more…” (стихотворение), стр. 282
      14. Emily Dickinson. XIII. “Who giants know, with lesser men…” (стихотворение), стр. 282
      15. Emily Dickinson. XIV. “Growth of Man like growth of Nature…” (стихотворение), стр. 282-283
      16. Emily Dickinson. XV. “Doom is the House Without the Door—…” (стихотворение), стр. 283
      17. Emily Dickinson. XVI. “Experience is the angled road…” (стихотворение), стр. 283
      18. Emily Dickinson. XVII. “I cautious scanned my little life…” (стихотворение), стр. 283-284
      19. Emily Dickinson. XVIII. “A bird is of all beings…” (стихотворение), стр. 284
      20. Emily Dickinson. XIX. “A prison gets to be a friend…” (стихотворение), стр. 285
      21. Emily Dickinson. XX. “Who court obtain…” (стихотворение), стр. 286
      22. Emily Dickinson. XXI. “The child’s faith is new…” (стихотворение), стр. 286-287
      23. Emily Dickinson. XXII. “Forever is composed of Nows —…” (стихотворение), стр. 287
      24. Emily Dickinson. XXIII. “A science — so the savants say…” (стихотворение), стр. 287
      25. Emily Dickinson. XXIV. “To offer brave assistance…” (стихотворение), стр. 288
      26. Emily Dickinson. XXV. “Drama’s vitalest expression…” (стихотворение), стр. 288
      27. Emily Dickinson. XXVI. “A secret told…” (стихотворение), стр. 288-289
      28. Emily Dickinson. XXVII. “I dwell in Possibility…” (стихотворение), стр. 289
      29. Emily Dickinson. XXVIII. “Expectation is contentment…” (стихотворение), стр. 289
      30. Emily Dickinson. XXIX. “She dealt her pretty words like blades…” (стихотворение), стр. 290
      31. Emily Dickinson. XXX. “Revolution is the pod…” (стихотворение), стр. 290
      32. Emily Dickinson. XXXI. “I’ve known a Heaven like a tent…” (стихотворение), стр. 291
      33. Emily Dickinson. XXXII. “We see comparatively…” (стихотворение), стр. 291
      34. Emily Dickinson. XXXIII. “A still volcano — Life —…” (стихотворение), стр. 292
      35. Emily Dickinson. XXXIV. “To make routine a stimulus…” (стихотворение), стр. 292
    2. TWO
      1. Emily Dickinson. XXXV. “It’s easy to invent a life…” (стихотворение), стр. 295
      2. Emily Dickinson. XXXVI. “The sweetest heresy received…” (стихотворение), стр. 295
      3. Emily Dickinson. XXXVII. “I never felt at home below…” (стихотворение), стр. 295-296
      4. Emily Dickinson. XXXVIII. “Of course I prayed —…” (стихотворение), стр. 296
      5. Emily Dickinson. XXXIX. “I prayed at first — a little girl —…” (стихотворение), стр. 297
      6. Emily Dickinson. XL. “It always felt to me a wrong…” (стихотворение), стр. 297-298
      7. Emily Dickinson. XLI. “My period had come for prayer…” (стихотворение), стр. 298-299
      8. Emily Dickinson. XLII. “We pray to Heaven…” (стихотворение), стр. 299
      9. Emily Dickinson. XLIII. “Unto Me?”…” (стихотворение), стр. 299-300
      10. Emily Dickinson. XLIV. “Too much of proof affronts Belief…” (стихотворение), стр. 300
    3. THREE
      1. Emily Dickinson. XLV. “The Sun went down —…” (стихотворение), стр. 303
      2. Emily Dickinson. XLVI. “The tint I cannot take is best…” (стихотворение), стр. 303-304
      3. Emily Dickinson. XLVII. “Heaven has different signs to me…” (стихотворение), стр. 304
      4. Emily Dickinson. XLVIII. “The rainbow never tells me…” (стихотворение), стр. 305
      5. Emily Dickinson. XLIX. “Beauty is not caused, — it is…” (стихотворение), стр. 305
      6. Emily Dickinson. L. “My faith is larger than the hills…” (стихотворение), стр. 305-306
      7. Emily Dickinson. LI. “Within my garden rides a bird…” (стихотворение), стр. 306
      8. Emily Dickinson. LII. “The Robin’s my criterion of tune…” (стихотворение), стр. 307
      9. Emily Dickinson. LIII. “We — Bee and I —…” (стихотворение), стр. 307-308
      10. Emily Dickinson. LIV. “A fuzzy fellow without feet…” (стихотворение), стр. 308
      11. Emily Dickinson. LV. “If Nature smiles — the Mother must…” (стихотворение), стр. 309
      12. Emily Dickinson. LVI. “To intercept his yellow plan…” (стихотворение), стр. 309
      13. Emily Dickinson. LVII. “By my window have I for scenery…” (стихотворение), стр. 309-310
      14. Emily Dickinson. LVIII. “Out of sight? What of that?…” (стихотворение), стр. 310-311
      15. Emily Dickinson. LIX. “When they come back…” (стихотворение), стр. 311
      16. Emily Dickinson. LX. “I’ve nothing else to bring, you know…” (стихотворение), стр. 312
      17. Emily Dickinson. LXI. “I’m the little “Hearts’ Ease!”…” (стихотворение), стр. 312
      18. Emily Dickinson. LXII. “I pay in satin cash —…” (стихотворение), стр. 312
      19. Emily Dickinson. LXIII. “What I can do — I will…” (стихотворение), стр. 313
      20. Emily Dickinson. LXIV. “Defrauded I…” (стихотворение), стр. 313
      21. Emily Dickinson. LXV. “Could I do more for thee…” (стихотворение), стр. 313
      22. Emily Dickinson. LXVI. “These are the signs to Nature’s inns…” (стихотворение), стр. 313
      23. Emily Dickinson. LXVII. “Sunset at night is natural…” (стихотворение), стр. 314
      24. Emily Dickinson. LXVIII. “Through the dark sod…” (стихотворение), стр. 314
      25. Emily Dickinson. LXIX. “Delight is as the flight…” (стихотворение), стр. 314-315
      26. Emily Dickinson. LXX. “The mountains grow unnoticed…” (стихотворение), стр. 315
      27. Emily Dickinson. LXXI. “For every bird a nest…” (стихотворение), стр. 315-316
      28. Emily Dickinson. LXXII. “All the letters I can write…” (стихотворение), стр. 316
      29. Emily Dickinson. LXXIII. “Most she touched me by her muteness…” (стихотворение), стр. 316-317
      30. Emily Dickinson. LXXIV. “How many flowers fail in wood…” (стихотворение), стр. 317
      31. Emily Dickinson. LXXV. “Autumn overlooked my knitting…” (стихотворение), стр. 317
      32. Emily Dickinson. LXXVI. “Oh, Shadow on the Grass!..” (стихотворение), стр. 317-318
      33. Emily Dickinson. LXXVII. “The last of summer is delight…” (стихотворение), стр. 318
      34. Emily Dickinson. LXXVIII. “Conjecturing a…” (стихотворение), стр. 318
    4. FOUR
      1. Emily Dickinson. LXXIX. “All but Death can be adjusted…” (стихотворение), стр. 321
      2. Emily Dickinson. LXXX. “How noteless men and Pleiads stand…” (стихотворение), стр. 321
      3. Emily Dickinson. LXXXI. “To fill a gap —…” (стихотворение), стр. 321
      4. Emily Dickinson. LXXXII. “Not any more to be lacked…” (стихотворение), стр. 322
      5. Emily Dickinson. LXXXIII. “It feels a shame to be alive…” (стихотворение), стр. 322-323
      6. Emily Dickinson. LXXXIV. “The doomed regard the sunrise…” (стихотворение), стр. 323
      7. Emily Dickinson. LXXXV. “It is dead. Find it —…” (стихотворение), стр. 323
      8. Emily Dickinson. LXXXVI. “Midsummer was it when they died…” (стихотворение), стр. 324
      9. Emily Dickinson. LXXXVII. “Three times we parted, Breath and I —…” (стихотворение), стр. 324
      10. Emily Dickinson. LXXXVIII. “We talked as girls do, fond and late —…” (стихотворение), стр. 325
      11. Emily Dickinson. LXXXIX. “’Twas warm at first like us…” (стихотворение), стр. 325-326
      12. Emily Dickinson. XC. “These fair, fictitious people…” (стихотворение), стр. 326
      13. Emily Dickinson. XCI. “’Twas the old road through pain…” (стихотворение), стр. 327
      14. Emily Dickinson. XCII. “Don’t put up my thread and needle…” (стихотворение), стр. 327-328
      15. Emily Dickinson. XCIII. “Of nearness to her sundered things…” (стихотворение), стр. 328-329
      16. Emily Dickinson. XCIV. “You’ll find it when you come to die…” (стихотворение), стр. 329
      17. Emily Dickinson. XCV. “Life is what we make it…” (стихотворение), стр. 329-330
      18. Emily Dickinson. XCVI. “Why make it doubt — it hurts it so —…” (стихотворение), стр. 330
      19. Emily Dickinson. XCVII. “Heaven is so far of the mind…” (стихотворение), стр. 330-331
      20. Emily Dickinson. XCVIII. “The world feels dusty…” (стихотворение), стр. 331
      21. Emily Dickinson. XCIX. “It’s coming — the postponeless Creature…” (стихотворение), стр. 331
      22. Emily Dickinson. C. “No crowd that has occurred…” (стихотворение), стр. 331-332
      23. Emily Dickinson. CI. “Over and over, like a tune…” (стихотворение), стр. 332
    5. FIVE
      1. Emily Dickinson. CII. “The only news I know…” (стихотворение), стр. 335
      2. Emily Dickinson. CIII. “The soul’s distinct connection…” (стихотворение), стр. 335
      3. Emily Dickinson. CIV. “Conscious am I in my chamber…” (стихотворение), стр. 335-336
      4. Emily Dickinson. CV. “Pain expands the time…” (стихотворение), стр. 336
      5. Emily Dickinson. CVI. “The admirations…” (стихотворение), стр. 336-337
      6. Emily Dickinson. CVII. “Had I presumed to hope…” (стихотворение), стр. 337
      7. Emily Dickinson. CVIII. “It was not Saint…” (стихотворение), стр. 338
      8. Emily Dickinson. CIX. “My soul accused me…” (стихотворение), стр. 338
      9. Emily Dickinson. CX. “Me from Myself to banish…” (стихотворение), стр. 338-339
      10. Emily Dickinson. CXI. “Its Hour with itself…” (стихотворение), стр. 339
      11. Emily Dickinson. CXII. “The battle fought between the Soul…” (стихотворение), стр. 339
      12. Emily Dickinson. CXIII. “My portion is defeat to-day…” (стихотворение), стр. 340
      13. Emily Dickinson. CXIV. “Suspense is hostiler than Death…” (стихотворение), стр. 340
      14. Emily Dickinson. CXV. “On a columnar self…” (стихотворение), стр. 340-341
      15. Emily Dickinson. CXVI. “Faith is the pierless bridge…” (стихотворение), стр. 341
      16. Emily Dickinson. CXVII. “The lonesome for they know not what —…” (стихотворение), стр. 341-342
      17. Emily Dickinson. CXVIII. “Inconceivably solemn…” (стихотворение), стр. 342
      18. Emily Dickinson. CXIX. “I should not dare to be so sad…” (стихотворение), стр. 342
      19. Emily Dickinson. CXX. “I took one draught of life…” (стихотворение), стр. 345
      20. Emily Dickinson. CXXI. “So the eyes accost and sunder…” (стихотворение), стр. 345
      21. Emily Dickinson. CXXII. “It was a quiet way…” (стихотворение), стр. 345-346
      22. Emily Dickinson. CXXIII. “The Heart is the capital of the Mind…” (стихотворение), стр. 346
      23. Emily Dickinson. CXXIV. “I make his crescent fill or lack…” (стихотворение), стр. 346-347
      24. Emily Dickinson. CXXV. “I came to buy a smile to-day…” (стихотворение), стр. 347
      25. Emily Dickinson. CXXVI. “I tend my flowers for thee…” (стихотворение), стр. 347-348
      26. Emily Dickinson. CXXVII. “One Life of so much consequence…” (стихотворение), стр. 348-349
      27. Emily Dickinson. CXXVIII. “My life had stood a loaded gun…” (стихотворение), стр. 349-350
      28. Emily Dickinson. CXXIX. “I cannot be ashamed…” (стихотворение), стр. 350
      29. Emily Dickinson. CXXX. “Love, thou art high…” (стихотворение), стр. 350-351
      30. Emily Dickinson. CXXXI. “Empty my heart of thee —…” (стихотворение), стр. 351
      31. Emily Dickinson. CXXXII. “The love a life can show below…” (стихотворение), стр. 351-352
      32. Emily Dickinson. CXXXIII. “Forever at his side to walk…” (стихотворение), стр. 352
      33. Emily Dickinson. CXXXIV. “All forgot for recollecting…” (стихотворение), стр. 353
      34. Emily Dickinson. CXXXV. “What would I give to see his face?..” (стихотворение), стр. 353-354
      35. Emily Dickinson. CXXXVI. “The sunrise runs for Both…” (стихотворение), стр. 354-355
      36. Emily Dickinson. CXXXVII. “Why do I love thee, Sir?..” (стихотворение), стр. 355
      37. Emily Dickinson. CXXXVIII. “Where Thou art — that is Home…” (стихотворение), стр. 355-356
      38. Emily Dickinson. CXXXIX. “Ah, necromancy sweet!..” (стихотворение), стр. 356
      39. Emily Dickinson. CXL. “One and One are One…” (стихотворение), стр. 356
      40. Emily Dickinson. CXLI. “Some say Good Night at night…” (стихотворение), стр. 356-357
      41. Emily Dickinson. CXLII. “I am ashamed, I hide —…” (стихотворение), стр. 357-358
      42. Emily Dickinson. CXLIII. “Although I put away his life…” (стихотворение), стр. 358-359
      43. Emily Dickinson. CXLIV. “You see, I cannot see your lifetime…” (стихотворение), стр. 359
      44. Emily Dickinson. CXLV. “I know lives I could miss…” (стихотворение), стр. 359-360
      45. Emily Dickinson. CXLVI. “Good morning, Midnight!..” (стихотворение), стр. 360
      46. Emily Dickinson. CXLVII. “Denial is the only fact…” (стихотворение), стр. 360
      47. Emily Dickinson. CXLVIII. “I had not minded walls…” (стихотворение), стр. 361
      48. Emily Dickinson. CXLIX. “I rose because he sank…” (стихотворение), стр. 361-362
      49. Emily Dickinson. CL. “Renunciation…” (стихотворение), стр. 362
      50. Emily Dickinson. CLI. “So well that I can live without —…” (стихотворение), стр. 362
      51. Emily Dickinson. CLII. “The power to be true to you…” (стихотворение), стр. 363
      52. Emily Dickinson. CLIII. “You taught me waiting with myself —…” (стихотворение), стр. 363
      53. Emily Dickinson. CLIV. “Longing is like the seed…” (стихотворение), стр. 363
      54. Emily Dickinson. CLV. “Only a shrine…” (стихотворение), стр. 364
      55. Emily Dickinson. CLVI. “If he were living — dare I ask?…” (стихотворение), стр. 364-365
      56. Emily Dickinson. CLVII. “Why do they shut me out of Heaven?…” (стихотворение), стр. 365
      57. Emily Dickinson. CLVIII. “After great pain a formal feeling comes…” (стихотворение), стр. 365
      58. Emily Dickinson. CLIX. “There is a languor of the life…” (стихотворение), стр. 366
      59. Emily Dickinson. CLX. “There is a pain so utter…” (стихотворение), стр. 366
      60. Emily Dickinson. CLXI. “Joy to have merited the pain…” (стихотворение), стр. 366-367
      61. Emily Dickinson. CLXII. “Rehearsal to ourselves…” (стихотворение), стр. 367
      62. Emily Dickinson. CLXIII. “I tie my hat, I crease my shawl…” (стихотворение), стр. 368
      63. Emily Dickinson. CLXIV. “When I hoped, I recollect…” (стихотворение), стр. 368-369
      64. Emily Dickinson. CLXV. “From blank to blank…” (стихотворение), стр. 369-370
      65. Emily Dickinson. CLXVI. “I got so I could hear his name…” (стихотворение), стр. 370-371
      66. Emily Dickinson. CLXVII. “At leisure is the Soul…” (стихотворение), стр. 371
      67. Emily Dickinson. CLXVIII. “’Till death” is narrow loving…” (стихотворение), стр. 371
      68. Emily Dickinson. CLXIX. “And this of all my hopes —…” (стихотворение), стр. 372
      69. Emily Dickinson. CLXX. “Savior! I’ve no one else to tell…” (стихотворение), стр. 372
      70. Emily Dickinson. CLXXI. “It ceased to hurt me, though so slow…” (стихотворение), стр. 372-373
      71. Emily Dickinson. CLXXI. “A wife at daybreak I shall be…” (стихотворение), стр. 373
      72. Emily Dickinson. CLXXII. “Behind me dips Eternity…” (стихотворение), стр. 373-374
      73. Emily Dickinson. CLXXIII. “As if the sea should part…” (стихотворение), стр. 374
      74. Emily Dickinson. CLXXIII. “Not what we did shall be the test…” (стихотворение), стр. 374
  9. PART SEVEN. Additional Poems (Published under the title “Unpublished Poems”)
    1. ONE
      1. Emily Dickinson. I. “My triumph lasted till the drums…” (стихотворение), стр. 377
      2. Emily Dickinson. II. “More life went out, when He went…” (стихотворение), стр. 377-378
      3. Emily Dickinson. III. “So much of Heaven has gone from Earth…” (стихотворение), стр. 378
      4. Emily Dickinson. IV. “He fought like those who’ve nought to lose…” (стихотворение), стр. 378
      5. Emily Dickinson. V. “Did you ever stand in a cavern’s mouth —…” (стихотворение), стр. 379
      6. Emily Dickinson. VI. “He gave away his life —…” (стихотворение), стр. 379-380
      7. Emily Dickinson. VII. “Unto like story trouble has enticed me —…” (стихотворение), стр. 380
      8. Emily Dickinson. VIII. “If any sink, assure that this now standing…” (стихотворение), стр. 381
      9. Emily Dickinson. IX. “A tooth upon our peace…” (стихотворение), стр. 381
      10. Emily Dickinson. X. “If your Nerve deny you…” (стихотворение), стр. 381
      11. Emily Dickinson. XI. “The first Day’s Night had come —…” (стихотворение), стр. 382
      12. Emily Dickinson. XII. “Somehow myself survived the night…” (стихотворение), стр. 382
      13. Emily Dickinson. XIII. “To whom the mornings stand for nights…” (стихотворение), стр. 382
      14. Emily Dickinson. XIV. “We grow accustomed to the dark…” (стихотворение), стр. 383
      15. Emily Dickinson. XV. “The lamp burns sure, within…” (стихотворение), стр. 383
      16. Emily Dickinson. XVI. “A weight, with needles in the pounds…” (стихотворение), стр. 384
      17. Emily Dickinson. XVII. “I am afraid to own a body…” (стихотворение), стр. 384
      18. Emily Dickinson. XVIII. “Did our Best Moment last…” (стихотворение), стр. 384-385
      19. Emily Dickinson. XIX. “Exhilaration is Within —…” (стихотворение), стр. 385
      20. Emily Dickinson. XX. “Bound a trouble and lives will bear it, —…” (стихотворение), стр. 385
      21. Emily Dickinson. XXI. “I saw no way, the Heavens were stitched…” (стихотворение), стр. 386
      22. Emily Dickinson. XXII. “What twigs we held by! Oh the view…” (стихотворение), стр. 386
      23. Emily Dickinson. XXIII. “Must be a woe…” (стихотворение), стр. 386-387
      24. Emily Dickinson. XXIV. “The Martyr Poets did not tell…” (стихотворение), стр. 387
      25. Emily Dickinson. XXV. “For this accepted Breath…” (стихотворение), стр. 387-387
    2. TWO
      1. Emily Dickinson. XXVI. “Time feels so vast…” (стихотворение), стр. 391
      2. Emily Dickinson. XXVII. “I shall keep singing! Birds will pass me…” (стихотворение), стр. 391
      3. Emily Dickinson. XXVIII. “Itʼs thoughts and just one heart…” (стихотворение), стр. 391-392
      4. Emily Dickinson. XXIX. “They shut me up in prose —…” (стихотворение), стр. 392
      5. Emily Dickinson. XXX. “Iʼm saying every day…” (стихотворение), стр. 393
      6. Emily Dickinson. XXXI. “Never for society…” (стихотворение), стр. 394
      7. Emily Dickinson. XXXII. “Iʼve heard an organ talk sometimes…” (стихотворение), стр. 394
      8. Emily Dickinson. XXXIII. “I think I was enchanted…” (стихотворение), стр. 394-395
      9. Emily Dickinson. XXXIV. “A Mien to move a queen —…” (стихотворение), стр. 395-396
      10. Emily Dickinson. XXXV. “The Winters are so short…” (стихотворение), стр. 396-397
      11. Emily Dickinson. XXXVI. “My first well day, since many ill…” (стихотворение), стр. 397-398
      12. Emily Dickinson. XXXVII. “The day undressed herself —…” (стихотворение), стр. 398
      13. Emily Dickinson. XXXVIII. “A slash of Blue, a sweep of Gray!..” (стихотворение), стр. 398-399
      14. Emily Dickinson. XXXIX. “A visitor in March —…” (стихотворение), стр. 399
      15. Emily Dickinson. XL. “Have any, like myself…” (стихотворение), стр. 399-400
      16. Emily Dickinson. XLI. “The birds reported from the South…” (стихотворение), стр. 400-401
      17. Emily Dickinson. XLII. “An ignorance a sunset…” (стихотворение), стр. 401
      18. Emily Dickinson. XLIII. “The trees, like tassels, hit and swung…” (стихотворение), стр. 401-402
      19. Emily Dickinson. XLIV. “I know where wells grow — droughtless wells —…” (стихотворение), стр. 402-403
      20. Emily Dickinson. XLV. “When diamonds are a legend…” (стихотворение), стр. 403
      21. Emily Dickinson. XLVI. “Answer, July! —…” (стихотворение), стр. 403-404
      22. Emily Dickinson. XLVII. “He parts himself like leaves…” (стихотворение), стр. 404-405
      23. Emily Dickinson. XLVIII. “Cocoon above! Cocoon below!..” (стихотворение), стр. 405
      24. Emily Dickinson. XLIX. “Some such butterfly be seen…” (стихотворение), стр. 405
      25. Emily Dickinson. L. “My garden, like the beach…” (стихотворение), стр. 406
      26. Emily Dickinson. LI. “Themselves are all I have —…” (стихотворение), стр. 406
      27. Emily Dickinson. LII. “The Grace myself might not obtain…” (стихотворение), стр. 406
      28. Emily Dickinson. LIII. “But little carmine hath her face…” (стихотворение), стр. 406
      29. Emily Dickinson. LIV. “This bauble was preferred by bees —…” (стихотворение), стр. 407
      30. Emily Dickinson. LV. “The Flower must not blame the Bee…” (стихотворение), стр. 407
      31. Emily Dickinson. LVI. “She hideth her the last…” (стихотворение), стр. 407
      32. Emily Dickinson. LVII. “The Himalah was known to stoop…” (стихотворение), стр. 408
      33. Emily Dickinson. LVIII. “In Ebon Box, when years have flown…” (стихотворение), стр. 408
      34. Emily Dickinson. LIX. “I play at riches to appease…” (стихотворение), стр. 409
      35. Emily Dickinson. LX. “The Outer from the Inner…” (стихотворение), стр. 409-410
      36. Emily Dickinson. LXI. “Size circumscribes, it has no room…” (стихотворение), стр. 410
      37. Emily Dickinson. LXII. “Myself was formed a carpenter…” (стихотворение), стр. 410-411
      38. Emily Dickinson. LXIII. “Had I not This — or This,” I said…” (стихотворение), стр. 411
      39. Emily Dickinson. LXIV. “Removed from accident of loss…” (стихотворение), стр. 411-412
      40. Emily Dickinson. LXV. “Trust in the Unexpected!..” (стихотворение), стр. 412
      41. Emily Dickinson. LXVI. “Unfulfilled to observation…” (стихотворение), стр. 412
      42. Emily Dickinson. LXVII. “We dream, — it is good we are dreaming…” (стихотворение), стр. 413
      43. Emily Dickinson. LXVIII. “Dreams are well, but waking’s better…” (стихотворение), стр. 413
      44. Emily Dickinson. LXIX. “To put this world down like a bundle…” (стихотворение), стр. 413-414
      45. Emily Dickinson. LXX. “I sometimes drop it, for a quick…” (стихотворение), стр. 414
      46. Emily Dickinson. LXXI. “A plated life diversified…” (стихотворение), стр. 415
    3. THREE
      1. Emily Dickinson. LXXII. “Youʼll know it as you know ’tis Noon —…” (стихотворение), стр. 419
      2. Emily Dickinson. LXXIII. “A transport one cannot contain…” (стихотворение), стр. 419
      3. Emily Dickinson. LXXIV. “I think to live may be a bliss…” (стихотворение), стр. 419-420
      4. Emily Dickinson. LXXV. “The Heaven vests for each…” (стихотворение), стр. 420-421
      5. Emily Dickinson. LXXVI. “You know that portrait in the moon…” (стихотворение), стр. 421
      6. Emily Dickinson. LXXVII. “Many a phrase has the English language —…” (стихотворение), стр. 422
      7. Emily Dickinson. LXXVIII. “Promise this, when you be dying…” (стихотворение), стр. 422-423
      8. Emily Dickinson. LXXIX. “That first day when you praised me, Sweet…” (стихотворение), стр. 423
      9. Emily Dickinson. LXXX. “Not probable — the merest chance —…” (стихотворение), стр. 424
      10. Emily Dickinson. LXXXI. “Ah Moon and Star!..” (стихотворение), стр. 424
      11. Emily Dickinson. LXXXII. “I could suffice for Him, I knew…” (стихотворение), стр. 424-425
      12. Emily Dickinson. LXXXIII. “The day that I was crowned…” (стихотворение), стр. 425
      13. Emily Dickinson. LXXXIV. “Without this there is nought…” (стихотворение), стр. 425
      14. Emily Dickinson. LXXXV. “It would never be common more, I said…” (стихотворение), стр. 426-427
      15. Emily Dickinson. LXXXVI. “They put us far apart…” (стихотворение), стр. 427-428
      16. Emily Dickinson. LXXXVII. “To make one’s toilette, after Death…” (стихотворение), стр. 428
      17. Emily Dickinson. LXXXVIII. “It might have been lonelier…” (стихотворение), стр. 428-429
      18. Emily Dickinson. LXXXIX. “Forget? The lady with the amulet…” (стихотворение), стр. 429
      19. Emily Dickinson. XC. “I would die to know — ’tis a triffing knowledge —…” (стихотворение), стр. 430
      20. Emily Dickinson. XCI. “Let us play yesterday —…” (стихотворение), стр. 430-431
      21. Emily Dickinson. XCII. “A single screw of flesh…” (стихотворение), стр. 431-432
      22. Emily Dickinson. XCIII. “If he dissolve — then there is nothing more…” (стихотворение), стр. 432
      23. Emily Dickinson. XCIV. “I cross till I am weary…” (стихотворение), стр. 432-433
      24. Emily Dickinson. XCV. “We prove it now, whoever doubt…” (стихотворение), стр. 433
    4. FOUR
      1. Emily Dickinson. XCVI. “Sexton! my Master’s sleeping here…” (стихотворение), стр. 437
      2. Emily Dickinson. XCVII. “If I could bribe them by a Rose…” (стихотворение), стр. 437
      3. Emily Dickinson. XCVIII. “Too little way the house must lie…” (стихотворение), стр. 438
      4. Emily Dickinson. XCIX. “’Tis well, the looking back on grief…” (стихотворение), стр. 438
      5. Emily Dickinson. C. “The months have end, the years a knot…” (стихотворение), стр. 438-439
      6. Emily Dickinson. CI. “Bereavement in their death to feel…” (стихотворение), стр. 439
      7. Emily Dickinson. CII. “’Twas awkward, but it fitted me…” (стихотворение), стр. 439-440
      8. Emily Dickinson. CIII. “Because ’twas riches I could own…” (стихотворение), стр. 440
      9. Emily Dickinson. CIV. “Take your Heaven further on —…” (стихотворение), стр. 440
      10. Emily Dickinson. CV. “It knew no medicine —…” (стихотворение), стр. 441
      11. Emily Dickinson. CVI. “Her smile was shaped like other smiles…” (стихотворение), стр. 441
      12. Emily Dickinson. CVII. “No notice gave she but a change, —…” (стихотворение), стр. 442
      13. Emily Dickinson. CVIII. “These saw vision, latch them softly…” (стихотворение), стр. 442-443
      14. Emily Dickinson. CIX. “To die takes just a little while —…” (стихотворение), стр. 443
      15. Emily Dickinson. CX. “Her sweet turn to leave the homestead…” (стихотворение), стр. 443-444
      16. Emily Dickinson. CXI. “She lay as if at play…” (стихотворение), стр. 444-445
      17. Emily Dickinson. CXII. “She bore it till the simple veins…” (стихотворение), стр. 445
      18. Emily Dickinson. CXIII. “This heart that broke so long —…” (стихотворение), стр. 445-446
      19. Emily Dickinson. CXIV. “She’s happy, with a new content…” (стихотворение), стр. 446
      20. Emily Dickinson. CXV. “She staked her feathers, gained an arc…” (стихотворение), стр. 446
      21. Emily Dickinson. CXVI. “The morning after woe…” (стихотворение), стр. 446-447
      22. Emily Dickinson. CXVII. “Unit, like Death, for whom?..” (стихотворение), стр. 447
      23. Emily Dickinson. CXVIII. “It was a grave, yet bore no stone…” (стихотворение), стр. 447-448
      24. Emily Dickinson. CXIX. “Between my Country…” (стихотворение), стр. 448
      25. Emily Dickinson. CXX. “The color of the grave is green, —…” (стихотворение), стр. 448-449
      26. Emily Dickinson. CXXI. “A first mute coming…” (стихотворение), стр. 449
      27. Emily Dickinson. CXXII. “Put up my lute — what of my music!..” (стихотворение), стр. 449
      28. Emily Dickinson. CXXIII. “No man can compass a despair…” (стихотворение), стр. 450
      29. Emily Dickinson. CXXIV. “Good to have had them lost…” (стихотворение), стр. 450
      30. Emily Dickinson. CXXV. “The province of the Saved…” (стихотворение), стр. 450-451
      31. Emily Dickinson. CXXVI. “Despair’s advantage is achieved…” (стихотворение), стр. 451
      32. Emily Dickinson. CXXVII. “That after horror that was Us —…” (стихотворение), стр. 451-452
      33. Emily Dickinson. CXXVIII. “’Tis so appalling it exhilarates!..” (стихотворение), стр. 452
      34. Emily Dickinson. CXXIX. “The test of Love is Death…” (стихотворение), стр. 453
      35. Emily Dickinson. CXXX. “A nearness to Tremendousness…” (стихотворение), стр. 453
      36. Emily Dickinson. CXXXI. “Only God possess the secret…” (стихотворение), стр. 453
  10. Appendix
    1. Emily Dickinson. I. (Sent at Christmas with an iced cake) “The Savior must have been a docile Gentleman...” (стихотворение), стр. 457
    2. Emily Dickinson. II. (With a bit of Pine) “A feather from the whippoorwill...” (стихотворение), стр. 457
    3. Emily Dickinson. III. “There are two Ripenings —...” (стихотворение), стр. 457-458
    4. Emily Dickinson. IV. “The zeros taught us phosphorus...” (стихотворение), стр. 458
    5. Emily Dickinson. V. “Just once! Oh, least request!..” (стихотворение), стр. 458
  11. Index of First Lines, стр. 459-484
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Тираж и формат не указаны. Обложка идентична обложке издания 1930 года.

На стр. 2-374 публикуются все стихотворения из издания 1930 года с сохранением последовательности, структуры разделов и нумерации страниц, то есть в этой части имеет место идентичность макетов.

На стр. 377-453 публикуются все стихотворения из издания 1935 года с сохранением последовательности и структуры разделов.

Все стихи в Приложении (Appendix) воспроизведены по оригинальным рукописям стихотворений Эмили Дикинсон, а не так, как они цитируются ею в своих письмах.

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