Меня загнали в прозу,
как девочку в чулан,
и заперли с угрозой,
чтоб я затихла там...
Затихла! Глянуть им спроста
в кружащийся мой ум, -
они бы перелётных птах-
изменниц - да в тюрьму...
Вольно же самому
Светилу в вышине
свою неволю отменить,
смеясь,- тем паче, мне...
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They shut me up in Prose by Emily Dickinson
They shut me up in Prose –
As when a little Girl
They put me in the Closet –
Because they liked me "still" –
Still! Could themself have peeped –
And seen my Brain – go round –
They might as wise have lodged a Bird
For Treason – in the Pound –
Himself has but to will
And easy as a Star
Abolish his Captivity –
And laugh – No more have I –