Ýìèëè Äèêèíñîí
(1830 – 1886)
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Åñòü ãîðüêîå Âåñåëüå —
Îò Ñ÷àñòüÿ äàëåêî —
Êàê Èíåé îò Ðîñû äàë¸ê —
Õîòü âåùåñòâî — îäíî —
Îíà — Öâåòàì íà ðàäîñòü —
Åãî — íå æäóò Öâåòû —
Öåííåéøèé Ì¸ä — ïðîêèñíóâ —
Îïàñåí — äëÿ Ï÷åëû —
©Åëåíà Äåìáèöêàÿ 2017ã.
There is an arid Pleasure —
As different from Joy —
As Frost is different from Dew —
Like element — are they —
Yet one — rejoices Flowers —
And one — the Flowers abhor —
The finest Honey — curdled —
Is worthless — to the Bee —