÷ ëÒÅÍÌÅ ÏÂßÑÓÎÉÌÉ ÓÔÒÅÍÉÔÅÌØÎÏÅ ×ÙÍÉÒÁÎÉÅ ÒÏÓÓÉÑÎ
äÉËÉÎÓÏÎ üÍÉÌÉ îÁÚÁÄ
äÉËÉÎÓÏÎ üÍÉÌÉ
Success is counted sweetest. õÓÐÅÈ ×ÓÅÇÏ ÄÏÒÏÖÅ.
Let down the BÁrs, Oh DeÁth -. ïÔËÒÏÊ ×ÏÒÏÔÁ, óÍÅÒÔØ -
It"s Coming - the postponeless CreÁture -. ðÏÄÈÏÄÉÔ - ÎÅ ÏÔÌÏÖÉÔ ×ÓÔÒÅÞÕ -
BecÁuse I could not stop for DeÁth. åÅ ÂÙ Ñ ÎÅ ÓÔÁÌÁ ÖÄÁÔØ.
BecÁuse thÁt you Áre going. ðÏÓËÏÌØËÕ ÔÙ ÕÈÏÄÉÛØ.

ðÒÉ×ÏÄÉÍÙÅ ÐÅÒÅ×ÏÄÙ ×ÙÐÏÌÎÅÎÙ ÐÏ ÉÚÄÁÎÉÀ: The Poems of Emily Dickinson. Edited by Th.H.Johnson. CÁmbridge (MÁss.), 1955, 3 vol. îÕÍÅÒÁÃÉÑ ÓÔÉÈÏÔ×ÏÒÅÎÉÊ ÓÏÏÔ×ÅÔÓÔ×ÕÅÔ ÐÒÉÎÑÔÏÊ × ÜÔÏÍ ÉÚÄÁÎÉÉ.

67

Success is counted sweetest
By those who ne"er succeed.
To comprehend Á nectÁr
Reqires sorest need.

Not one of Áll the purple
Host Who took the FlÁg todÁy
CÁn tell the definition
So cleÁr of Victory

ás He defeÁted - dying -
On whose forbidden eÁr
The distÁnt strÁins of triumph
Burst Ágonised Ánd cleÁr!

* *

õÓÐÅÈ ×ÓÅÇÄÁ ÔÁË ÓÌÁÄÏË
îÅ ×ÅÄÁ×ÛÉÍ ÅÇÏ.
ðÏÓÔÉÇÎÕÔØ ×ËÕÓ ÎÅËÔÁÒÁ
ìÉÛØ ÓÔÒÁÖÄÕÝÉÍ ÄÁÎÏ.

îÉËÔÏ × ÐÕÒÐÕÒÎÏÍ ÷ÏÉÎÓÔ×Å
ðÏÄÎÑ×ÛÅÍ æÌÁÇ Ó ÚÅÍÌÉ
îÅ ÍÏÖÅÔ ÓÍÙÓÌ ðÏÂÅÄÙ
ôÏÞÎÅÊ ÏÐÒÅÄÅÌÉÔØ

þÅÍ ÔÏÔ - ÓÒÁÖÅÎÎÙÊ - ÷ÏÉÎ
þÅÊ ÕÇÁÓÁÅÔ ÓÌÕÈ,
ë ËÏÍÕ ÌÅÔÉÔ × ÁÇÏÎÉÉ
ôÒÉÕÍÆÁ ÄÁÌØÎÉÊ Ú×ÕË!


1065

Let down the BÁrs, Oh DeÁth -
The tired Flocks come in
Whose bleÁting ceÁses to repeÁt
Whose wÁndering is done -

Thine is the stillest night

Thine the securest Fold Too neÁr
Thou Árt for seeking
Thee Too tender, to be told.

* *
ïÔËÒÏÊ ÷ÏÒÏÔÁ, óÍÅÒÔØ -
éÚÍÕÞÅÎÎÙÍ óÔÁÄÁÍ
ïËÏÎÞÅÎ ÐÕÔØ, ÉÈ ÇÏÌÏÓÁ
óÍÏÌËÁÀÔ ÎÁ×ÓÅÇÄÁ -

ô×ÏÑ ÓÐÏËÏÊÎÁ ÎÏÞØ,
ô×ÏÊ ÂÅÚÏÐÁÓÅÎ ëÒÏ×
âÌÉÚËÁ ôÙ - ÞÔÏÂÙ ÎÅ ÉÓËÁÔØ,
îÅÖÎÁ - ÐÒÅ×ÙÛÅ ÓÌÏ×.

39O

It"s Coming - the postponeless CreÁture -
It gÁins the Block - Ánd now - it gÁins the
Door - Choses its lÁtch from Áll the other fÁstenings -
Enters with Á""You know Me - Sir?"

Simple SÁlute - Ánd CertÁin Recognition -
Bold - were it Enemy - Brief - were it Friend
Dresses eÁch House in CrÁpe, Ánd Icicle ánd
CÁrries One - out of it - to God

* *

ðÏÄÈÏÄÉÔ - ÎÅ ÏÔÌÏÖÉÔ ÷ÓÔÒÅÞÕ -
îÁÈÏÄÉÔ äÏÍ - É ×ÏÔ - ÎÁÈÏÄÉÔ ä×ÅÒØ -
íÎÏÇÏ ÚÁÍËÏ× - ÏÎÁ ÌÉÛØ Ó×ÏÊ ÏÔËÒÏÅÔ -
÷ÈÏÄÉÔ: "úÎÁËÏÍÙ ÓÏ ÍÎÏÀ, óÜÒ?"

ôÉÈÉÊ ÏÔ×ÅÔ - ó×ÉÄÅÔÅÌØÓÔ×Ï ðÒÉÚÎÁÎÉÑ -
äÅÒÚËÏ - ËÁË ÷ÒÁÇ - É ÐÏÓÐÅÛÎÏ - ËÁË äÒÕÇ -
äÏÍ ÕËÒÁÛÁÅÔ ëÒÅÐÏÍ É ìØÄÉÎËÁÍÉ
é Ë âÏÇÕ ÎÅÓÅÔ ïÄÎÏÇÏ ÉÚ ÎÁÓ

712

BecÁuse I could not stop for DeÁth,
He kindly stopped for me -
The CÁrriÁge held but just ourselves
ánd ImmortÁlity.

We slowly drove - He knew no hÁste
ánd I hÁd put ÁwÁy
My lÁbour Ánd my leizure too,
For His Civility

We pÁssed the School where Children strove
át Resess - in the Ring -
We pÁssed the Fields of GÁizing GrÁin,
We pÁssed the Setting Sun -

Or rÁther - He pÁssed us -
THe Dews drew quivering Ánd chill
For only GossÁmer my Gown -
My Tippet - only Tulle -

We pÁused befor e Á House thÁt seÁmed
á Swelling of the Ground -
The roof wÁs scÁrcely visible -
The Cornice - in the Ground.

Since then - "tis Centuries - Ánd yet
Feels shorter thÁn the DÁy
I first surmised thÁt Horses" HeÁds
Were towÁrd Eternity -

* *

åÅ ÂÙ Ñ ÎÅ ÓÔÁÌÁ ÖÄÁÔØ -
îÏ óÍÅÒÔØ - ÍÅÎÑ ÖÄÁÌÁ -
íÙ ×ÍÅÓÔÅ ÓÅÌÉ × üËÉÐÁÖ -
ñ, ÷ÅÞÎÏÓÔØ É ïÎÁ.

åÊ ÂÙÌÏ ÎÅËÕÄÁ ÓÐÅÛÉÔØ,
á Ñ ÄÅÌÁ Ó×ÏÉ
òÅÛÉÌÁ × öÅÒÔ×Õ ÐÒÉÎÅÓÔÉ
åÅ õÞÔÉ×ÏÓÔÉ -

ðÒÏÅÈÁ× ÈÏÒÏ×ÏÄ äÅÔÅÊ -
õ ûËÏÌÙ - × ðÅÒÅÒÙ× -
íÙ ÐÒÏÄÏÌÖÁÌÉ ðÕÔØ × ðÏÌÑÈ -
úÁËÁÔ ÏÐÅÒÅÄÉ× -

÷ÅÒÎÅÅ - óÏÌÎÃÅ ÍÉÍÏ îÁÓ
ó×ÏÉÍ ðÕÔÅÍ ÐÒÏÛÌÏ -
ðÏÈÏÌÏÄÁÌÏ - Á ÎÁ ÍÎÅ
âÙÌ ÔÏÌØËÏ ÌÅÇËÉÊ ûÅÌË -

ðÏÔÏÍ ÍÙ Õ×ÉÄÁÌÉ äÏÍ -
ëÁË èÏÌÍÉË ÚÅÍÌÑÎÏÊ -
ó ÅÄ×Á ÚÁÍÅÔÎÏÊ ëÒÙÛÅÊ -
ó ËÁÒÎÉÚÏÍ ÐÏÄ úÅÍÌÅÊ -

ó ÔÅÈ ÐÏÒ ÐÒÏÛÌÉ ÷ÅËÁ - ÎÏ ×ÓÅ Ö
éÈ äÅÎØ ÄÌÉÎÎÅÅ ÔÏÔ,
ïÔËÒÙ×ÛÉÊ ÍÎÅ, ÞÔÏ üËÉÐÁÖ
÷ âÅÓÓÍÅÒÔÉÅ ×ÅÚÅÔ -

126O

BecÁuse thÁt you Áre going
ánd never comimg bÁck
ánd I, however ÁccurÁte,
MÁy overlook your TrÁck -

BecÁuse thÁt DeÁth is finÁl,
However first it be,
This moment be postponed
ábove MortÁlity -

SignificÁnce thÁt eÁch hÁs lived
The other to detect
Discovery not God Himself
CÁn now ÁnnihilÁte.

Eternity, Presumption,
The instÁnt I perceive
ThÁt you, who were Existence,
Yourself forgot to live -

The "Life thÁt is" will then hÁve been
á thing I never knew -
ás PÁrÁdise fictiious
Untill the ReÁlm of you -

The "Life thÁt is to be", to me,
á Residence too plÁin,
Unless in my Redeemer"s FÁce
I recognize your own

Of ImmortÁlity who doubts
He mÁy exchÁnge with me,
CurtÁiled by your obscuring FÁce
Of everything but He -

Of HeÁven Ánd Hell I Álso yield
The Right to reprehend
To whoso would commute this FÁce
For his less priceless Friend.

If "God is Love" Ás He Ádmits,
We think thÁt He must be
BecÁuse He is Á jeÁlous God
He tells us certÁinly,

If "áll is possible for Him"
ás He besides concedes,
He will refund us finÁlly
Our confiscÁted Gods -

* *

ðÏÓËÏÌØËÕ ÔÙ ÕÈÏÄÉÛØ,
é ÎÅ ÐÒÉÄÅÛØ ÎÁÚÁÄ,
á CÌÅÄ Ô×ÏÊ ÍÏÖÅÔ ÐÏÔÅÒÑÔØ
íÏÊ ÐÒÉÓÔÁÌØÎÅÊÛÉÊ ×ÚÇÌÑÄ,

ðÏÓËÏÌØËÕ ÓÍÅÒÔØ - ÎÁ×ÅÞÎÏ,
èÏÔÑ É × ÐÅÒ×ÙÊ ÒÁÚ,
îÁÄ ðÒÏÐÁÓÔØÀ ÚÁ×ÉÓÌÏ
ëÏÒÏÔËÏÅ "ÓÅÊÞÁÓ".

÷ÓÀ ÖÉÚÎØ Ó×ÏÀ ÄÒÕÇ ÄÒÕÇÁ ÍÙ
õÞÉÌÉÓØ ÐÏÎÉÍÁÔØ
é ×ÓÅ, ÞÔÏ ÚÎÁÅÍ ÍÙ ÔÅÐÅÒØ,
îÅ ÓÍÏÖÅÔ âÏÇ ÏÔÎÑÔØ.

îÏ ÍÎÅ ÏÓÔÁÌÏÓØ ÷ÅÞÎÏÓÔØ
óÍÅÌÅÊ ÐÒÅÄÐÏÌÏÖÉÔØ -
ëÔÏ ÂÙÌ ÓÁÍÏÀ ÖÉÚÎØÀ,
úÁÂÙÌ ÞÔÏ ÚÎÁÞÉÔ ÖÉÔØ.

é ÞÔÏ ÔÅÐÅÒØ ÉÚ×ÅÓÔÎÏ ÍÎÅ
ï "öÉÚÎÉ ÓÅÊ ÚÅÍÎÏÊ"?
îÅ ÂÏÌØÛÅ ÞÅÍ Ï òÁÅ
äÏ ×ÓÔÒÅÞÉ ÔÁÍ Ó ÔÏÂÏÊ.

"öÉÚÎØ ÂÕÄÕÝÅÇÏ ×ÅËÁ" - ÓÕÔØ
ðÕÓÔÅÊÛÉÅ ÓÌÏ×Á,
ðÏËÁ × óÐÁÓÉÔÅÌÅ Ó×ÏÅÍ
îÅ ÒÁÚÇÌÑÖÕ ÔÅÂÑ.

óÏÍÎÅÎÉÑ × âÅÓÓÍÅÒÔÉÉ
éÓÞÅÚÎÕÔ Õ ÔÏÇÏ,
ëÏÍÕ Ô×ÏÊ ìÉË ÚÁÇÏÒÏÄÉÔ
÷ÓÅ, ÞÔÏ ÎÉ ÅÓÔØ ËÒÕÇÏÍ.

é ÂÕÄÅÔ ÍÎÏÀ ÏÓÕÖÄÅÎ
òÅÛÉ×ÛÉÊ ÏÂÒÁÚ Ô×ÏÊ
îÁ ÞÅÊ-ÔÏ ÏÂÒÁÚ ÚÁÍÅÎÉÔØ -
óÒÁ×ÎÉÍ ÌÉ ËÔÏ Ó ÔÏÂÏÊ?

òÁÚ "âÏÇ - ìÀÂÏ×Ø" - Ó åÇÏ ÖÅ ÓÌÏ×,
á ÜÔÏ ÔÅÍ ×ÅÒÎÅÊ
þÔÏ ÇÏ×ÏÒÉÔ Ï ÒÅ×ÎÏÓÔÉ
çÏÓÐÏÄØ ÅÝÅ ÑÓÎÅÊ,

òÁÚ "÷ÓÅ ×ÏÚÍÏÖÎÏ" ÄÌÑ îÅÇÏ
ëÁË ÓÁÍ ïÎ ÐÒÉÚÎÁÅÔ,
ïÎ ËÏÎÆÉÓËÏ×ÁÎÎÙÈ âÏÖËÏ×
îÁÍ ÎÁËÏÎÅà ×ÅÒÎÅÔ -



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