Dropped into the Ether Acre by Emily Dickinson

Я канула, уйдя к высотам
травою платья в рост...
На шляпке - вековечность кружев...
Заиндевела брошь...

Возок серебрян, кони белы,
в кладь жемчуг увязав,
гоню их низом - плеть алмазна -
туда, где встретит Граф...




(Приста привожу, но кое в чём не соглашусь, не до конца.)
[David Preest:
This poem with its startling beginning is a surreal
fantasy about death. Clothed in the earth of the grave,
we shall be dropped into the domain of the Ether.
The ‘Bonnet’ and the ‘Brooch’ perhaps symbolise the soul
we shall have for ever. We shall journey through Down
to meet the Earl who is God, but we take with us
the ‘pearl of great price,’ (Matthew 13:46) and only
blonde horses, a silver coach and a diamond whip
are good enough for this momentous journey.]

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Dropped into the Ether Acre -- by Emily Dickinson

Dropped into the Ether Acre --               
Wearing the Sod Gown --               
Bonnet of Everlasting Laces --               
Brooch -- frozen on --               

Horses of Blonde -- and Coach of Silver --    
Baggage a strapped Pearl --               
Journey of Down -- and Whip of Diamond --      
Riding to meet the Earl --