Òåáå ëåëåþ öâåò,
ãóë¸íà-ñâåò!
Ðâóñü ôóêñèåé ïî øâó,
ãäå ñòðî÷êîé ãð¸ç æèâó...
 ðîìàøêàõ çàïÿòûõ,
â ãåðàíÿõ êëÿêñ...
Îïóíöèåé ðàñêðûâ
èç ëîíà ãëàñ...
Ãâîçäèê îñòðû êîíöû
ëîâöàì-øìåëÿì...
Òàèìûé ãèàöèíò
ãîëîâêîþ äðîæèò,
áëàãîóõàí,
ôëàêîíöàìè ñòîëü ìàë -
â ÷¸ì òîëüêî æèçíü...
Îêðóãëûõ ðîç
øåëêàì âðàçáðîñ
â ìî¸ì ñàäó ïîëå÷ü,
íî òû - íå òàì,
è ìíå, êàê ëåïåñòêàì,
íå çààëåòü...
Îäåòüñÿ â öâåò -
äà ëàäû íåò!
È ñóøèò òî, ãóáÿ...
Ìíå ñåðûì äîíöåì áûòü,
ñëóæàíêîé âå÷íîé æèòü,
ðîìàøêîé - æäàòü òåáÿ!
(Ýìèëè - óåõàâøåìó â Åâðîïó Ñýìó Áîóëçó.
Ðàñêðûòàÿ öâåòêîì ñåêñóàëüíîñòü.)
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I tend my flowers for thee by Emily Dickinson
I tend my flowers for thee —
Bright Absentee!
My Fuchsia's Coral Seams
Rip — while the Sower — dreams
Geraniums — tint — and spot —
Low Daisies — dot —
My Cactus — splits her Beard
To show her throat —
Carnations — tip their spice —
And Bees — pick up —
A Hyacinth — I hid —
Puts out a Ruffled Head —
And odors fall
From flasks — so small —
You marvel how they held —
Globe Roses — break
their satin flake —
Upon my Garden floor
Yet — thou — not there —
I had as lief they bore
No Crimson — more —
Thy flower — be gay —
Her Lord — away!
It ill becometh me —
I'll dwell in Calyx — Gray —
How modestly — alway —
Thy Daisy — Draped for thee!