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Æóææàëà ìóõà — Â ñìåðòíûé ìèã —
ß ñëûøàëà åå.
Òèøü â âîçäóõå — âêðóã ôîðì ìîèõ
Áûëà, ÷òî â íåáå øòîðì —
Îòæàòû ñëåçû — ïðî÷ü èç ãëàç —
Äûõàíèå â êóëàê
ß ñîáðàëà â ïîñëåäíèé ðàç—
×òîá âñòðåòèòü Êîðîëÿ*
Âî âñåì ìîãóùåñòâå Åãî.
Ðåëèêâèè ñâîè—
×àñòèöåé áûâøèå ìåíÿ—
ß îòïèñàëà — è
Ðåøèëà ìóõå óäåëèòü âíèìàíèå—
Íî âäðóã —
Ñîìêíóëèñü ñòâîðêè îêîí ãëàç —
È ñâåò ïîìåðê âîêðóã—.
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Emily Dickinson
465
I heard a Fly buzz — when I died —
The Stillness in the Room
Was like the Stillness in the Air —
Between the Heaves of Storm —
The Eyes around — had wrung them dry —
And Breaths were gathering firm
For that last Onset — when the King
Be witnessed — in the Room —
I willed my Keepsakes — Signed away
What portion of me be
Assignable — and then it was
There interposed a Fly —
With Blue — uncertain stumbling Buzz —
Between the light — and me —
And then the Windows failed — and then
I could not see to see—
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*Êîðîëü - ïðåäïîëîæèòåëüíî, Ñìåðòü. Ñìåðòü â àíãëèéñêîì ÿçûêå ìóæñêîãî ðîäà. Ñì. ðåöåíçèèè êîììåíòàðèè ê íèì.