Необходимо е Сърцето си да Пометеш и да се справиш с Любовта - изчезнала от употреба до Вечността. превод Георги Мицков - Emily Dickinson

"There's a certain slant of light"

There's a certain slant of light,
On winter afternoons,
That oppresses, like the weight
Of cathedral tunes.

Heavenly hurt it gives us;
We can find no scar,
But internal difference
Where the meanings are.

None may teach it anything,
'Tis the seal, despair,-
An imperial affliction
Sent us of the air.

When it comes, the landscape listens,
Shadows hold their breath;
When it goes, 't is like the distance
On the look of death.

If the stillness is Volcanic
In the human face
When upon a pain Titanic
Features keep their place-

If at length the smoldering anguish
Will not overcome-
And the palpitating Vinyard
In the dust, be overthrown?

Fame is a fickle food upon a shifting plate.