Íàäåæäå ëü çðèòü â ñâîé êîðåíü,
îáìàí ñîçäàâ,-
ïî ëîæíîìó ïî ïðàâó
èëè áåç ïðàâ...
Åé ïðè îòêàçíîé ïðîñüáå
îæèòü, çàïåâ...
Åé ëèøü îäèí óáèéöà -
å¸ óñïåõ.
[David Preest:
If I could see the real ‘Basis’ for my hope,
its edifice would crumble. To exist, Hope
needs a ‘fictitious Charter.’ With such
a charter, my grandest hope, when ‘balked,’
can still be renewed. Hope is only exterminated
by a ‘Prosperity’ which makes hope unnecessary.]
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Could Hope inspect her Basis by Emily Dickinson
Could Hope inspect her Basis
Her Craft were done --
Has a fictitious Charter
Or it has none --
Balked in the vastest instance
But to renew --
Felled by but one assassin --
Prosperity --