Читать книгу An irgendeinem Sommermorgen. Poems/Gedichte - Эмили Дикинсон - Страница 28

Put up my lute!

What of – my Music!

Since the sole ear I cared to charm –

Passive – as Granite – laps My Music –

Sobbing – will suit – as well as psalm!

Would but the »Memnon« of the Desert –

Teach me the strain

That vanquished Him –

When He – surrendered to the Sunrise –

Maybe – that – would awaken – them!

ca. 1861