10
За красоту я умерла.
В могилу чуть легла,
Как из соседней постучал,
Тот, кто за правду пал.
Он тихо так меня спросил:
- Что привело сюда?
В ответ сказала: - Красота.
- Я ж правду изрекал.
И так все ночи напролет
Шептались мы вдвоем.
Покуда мох губ не достиг
И не сокрыл имен.
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Emily Dickinson
10
I died for beauty, but was scarce
Adjusted in the tomb,
When one who died for truth was lain
In an adjoining room.
He questioned softly why I failed?
"For beauty," I replied.
"And I for truth - the two are one;
We brethren are," he said.
And so, as kinsmen met a-night,
We talked between the rooms,
Until the moss had reached our lips,
And covered up our names.