E.Dickinson. I died for Beauty — but was scarce... 449 с переводом

Я умерла за Красоту -

Но после похорон

Тот, кто за Истину погиб

Был рядом погребён -

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"На чём же погорели вы?" -

Он мягко вопрошал

"На Красоте," - был мой ответ -

"Мы - Братья," - Он сказал

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Мы, как Родня в Вечерний Час -

Болтали до тех пор -

Пока Мох не устлал нам рот -

И имена - не стёр -

Юлиус Сергиус фон Клевер. Старое кладбище

I died for Beauty — but was scarce

Adjusted in the Tomb

When One who died for Truth, was lain

In an adjoining Room —

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He questioned softly why I failed?

"For Beauty," I replied —

"And I — for Truth — Themself are One —

We Brethren are," He said

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And so, as Kinsmen, met at Night —

We talked between the Rooms —

Until the Moss had reached our lips —

And covered up — our names —