303.
Äóøà îäíàæäû ñîòâîðèò
Ñâîé ñîáñòâåííûé ìèðîê —
È äâåðè ïëîòíî çàòâîðèò —
Äðóãèì íå âïðîê.
Çà êîëåñíèöàìè ñëåäèò —
Íåäâèæíî — ó âîðîò,
À íà êîëåíÿõ êíÿçü ñòîèò —
È çíàêà æä¸ò.
Ñâîé âûáîð ñäåëàâ ñðåäü ïëåì¸í —
Îí — ãîñïîäèí —
Çàêðûòû êëàïàíû âðåì¸í —
È êëþ÷ — îäèí.
Emily Dickinson:
303.
The Soul selects her own Society —
Then — shuts the Door —
To her divine Majority —
Present no more —
Unmoved — she notes the Chariots — pausing —
At her low Gate —
Unmoved — an Emperor be kneeling
Upon her Mat —
I've known her — from an ample nation —
Choose One —
Then — close the Valves of her attention —
Like Stone —
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