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Emily Dickinson. Russian Translations "" 20 1996 . . ( ). :



      Success is counted sweetest. .
      Let down the Brs, Oh Deth -. , -
      It's Coming - the postponeless Creture -. - -
      Becuse I could not stop for Deth. .
      Becuse tht you re going. . : The Poems of Emily Dickinson. Edited by Th.H.Johnson. Cmbridge (Mss.), 1955, 3 vol. .



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

      Not one of ll the purple Host
      Who took the Flg tody
      Cn tell the definition
      So cler of Victory


      s He defeted - dying -
      On whose forbidden er
      The distnt strins of triumph
      Burst gonised nd cler!


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      Let down the Brs, Oh Deth -
      The tired Flocks come in
      Whose bleting ceses to repet
      Whose wndering is done -

      Thine is the stillest night

      Thine the securest Fold
      Too ner Thou rt for seeking Thee
      Too tender, to be told.

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      It's Coming - the postponeless Creture -
      It gins the Block - nd now - it gins the Door -
      Choses its ltch from ll the other fstenings -
      Enters with '"You know Me - Sir?"

      Simple Slute - nd Certin Recognition -
      Bold - were it Enemy - Brief - were it Friend
      Dresses ech House in Crpe, nd Icicle
      nd Crries One - out of it - to God


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      Becuse I could not stop for Deth,
      He kindly stopped for me -
      The Crrige held but just ourselves
      nd Immortlity.

      We slowly drove - He knew no hste
      nd I hd put wy
      My lbour nd my leizure too,
      For His Civility

      We pssed the School where Children strove
      t Resess - in the Ring -
      We pssed the Fields of Gizing Grin,
      We pssed the Setting Sun -

      Or rther - He pssed us -
      THe Dews drew quivering nd chill
      For only Gossmer my Gown -
      My Tippet - only Tulle -

      We pused before House tht semed
      Swelling of the Ground -
      The roof ws scrcely visible -
      The Cornice - in the Ground.

      Since then - 'tis Centuries - nd yet
      Feels shorter thn the Dy
      I first surmised tht Horses' Heds
      Were towrd Eternity -


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      Becuse tht you re going
      nd never comimg bck
      nd I, however ccurte,
      My overlook your Trck -

      Becuse tht Deth is finl,
      However first it be,
      This moment be postponed
      bove Mortlity -

      Significnce tht ech hs lived
      The other to detect
      Discovery not God Himself
      Cn now nnihilte.

      Eternity, Presumption,
      The instnt I perceive
      Tht you, who were Existence,
      Yourself forgot to live -

      The "Life tht is" will then hve been
      thing I never knew -
      s Prdise fictiious
      Untill the Relm of you -

      The "Life tht is to be", to me,
      Residence too plin,
      Unless in my Redeemer's Fce
      I recognize your own

      Of Immortlity who doubts
      He my exchnge with me,
      Curtiled by your obscuring Fce
      Of everything but He -

      Of Heven nd Hell I lso yield
      The Right to reprehend
      To whoso would commute this Fce
      For his less priceless Friend.

      If "God is Love" s He dmits,
      We think tht He must be
      Becuse He is jelous God
      He tells us certinly,

      If "ll is possible for Him"
      s He besides concedes,
      He will refund us finlly
      Our confiscted Gods -



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