Читать книгу The Complete Poetry of Emily Dickinson - Эмили Дикинсон - Страница 72
XX. Two Worlds
ОглавлениеIt makes no difference abroad,
The seasons fit the same,
The mornings blossom into noons,
And split their pods of flame.
Wild-flowers kindle in the woods,
The brooks brag all the day;
No blackbird bates his jargoning
For passing Calvary.
Auto-da-fe and judgment
Are nothing to the bee;
His separation from his rose
To him seems misery.
