* * *
Здесь ночи так убоги,
Так утра коротки,
И мы совсем не боги -
Восторгам не с руки,
Они хотят остаться,
Но нет пристанища,
Чтоб задержаться.
Emily Dickinson
* * *
Too few the mornings be,
Too scant the nigthts.
No lodging can be had
For the delights
That come to earth to stay,
But no apartment find
And ride away.
On the photo:
The Emily Dickinson Museum.
Here the poet was born and lived most of her life.