Закрыты мне за громкий голос
Неба двери –
Но я могла бы петь в полсилы
Птичьей трели!
Повторно ангелам прослушать
Разве тяжко?
Гожусь для хора – или стоит
Выгнать пташку –
Будь я на месте Господина
В белой рясе –
Позволила бы им уйти
Восвояси?
Emily Dickinson
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Why – do they shut Me out of Heaven?
Did I sing – too loud?
But – I can say a little "Minor"
Timid as a Bird!
Wouldn't the Angels try me –
Just – once – more –
Just – see – if I troubled them –
But don't – shut the door!
Oh, if I – were the Gentleman
In the "White Robe" –
And they – were the little Hand – that knocked –
Could – I – forbid?
c.1861