Зачем спешим... и впрямь, зачем?
Куда ни полетим,
равно одолеваемы
бессмертием своим.
От вывода отсрочки нет
с начал трагичных строк,
но где трудам возлечь -
лишь вкрадчивый намёк.
Стеной зрачкам
ночь велика...
[This unfinished poem is a worksheet draft
written probably in 1885. It occupies
three margins and part of the back of a letter
which ED wrote but never sent to an Amherst friend,
Martha Cushing Esty (Mrs. William C. Esty),
wife of the professor of mathematics and astronomy.
In the center of the leaf ED wrote "Tragedy,"
and underlined it twice.]
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Why should we hurry -- why indeed? by Emily Dickinson
Why should we hurry -- why indeed
When every way we fly
We are molested equally
by immortality
no respite from the inference
that this which is begun
though where it's labors lie
A bland uncertainty
Besets the sight
This mighty night
1 we] I
5 inference] mightiness
6 which is] tragedy (underscored twice)