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His Mind like Fabrics of the East

His Mind like Fabrics of the East
Displayed to the despair
Of everyone but here and there …
His mind of man, a secret makes

His mind of man, a secret makes
I meet him with a start
He carries a circumference …

Emily Dickinson
His oriental heresies

His oriental heresies
Exhilarate the Bee,
And filling all the Earth and Air …
Translation:Ho, mia kor'

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2
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Ludwik Lejzer Zamenhof
Holy Thursday (Notebook)

Holy Thursday[1]
Is this a holy thing to see
In a rich & fruitful land, …

William Blake
Hope (Botta)

Maiden! in whose kindling eye,
Burns the fire of prophecy,
On whose brow its glories shine, …

Anne Lynch Botta
Hope is a subtle Glutton —

Hope is a subtle Glutton —
He feeds upon the Fair —
And yet — inspected closely …

Emily Dickinson
The Horse (Pushkin, tr. Dmitri Smirnov)

"My ardent horse, why are you neighing?
Why are you hanging your neck?
Why do you not shake you mane, …
How brittle are the Piers

How brittle are the Piers
On which our Faith doth tread —
No Bridge below doth totter so — …

Emily Dickinson
How dare the robins sing,

How dare the robins sing,
When men and women hear
Who since they went to their account …

Emily Dickinson
How destitute is he

How destitute is he
Whose Gold is firm
Who finds it every time …

Emily Dickinson
How far is it to Heaven?

How far is it to Heaven?
As far as Death this way —
Of River or of Ridge beyond …
How firm Eternity must look

How firm Eternity must look
To crumbling men like me
The only Adamant Estate …
How fleet — how indiscreet an one —

My little devices to live till Monday would woo your sad attention - Full of work and plots and little happinesses the Thought of you protracts them all and makes them sham and cold -
How fleet - how indiscreet an one -
how always wrong is Love - …
How fortunate the Grave —

How fortunate the Grave —
All Prizes to obtain —
Successful certain, if at last, …
How happy I was if I could forget

How happy I was if I could forget
To remember how sad I am
Would be an easy adversity …
How happy is the little Stone

How happy is the little Stone
That rambles in the Road alone,
And doesn't care about Careers …

Emily Dickinson
How lonesome the Wind must feel Nights —

How lonesome the Wind must feel Nights —
When people have put out the Lights
And everything that has an Inn …
How M'Ginnis Went Missing

Let us cease our idle chatter,
Let the tears bedew our cheek,
For a man from Tallangatta …

Banjo Paterson
How many Flowers fail in Wood —

How many Flowers fail in Wood —
Or perish from the Hill —
Without the privilege to know …

Emily Dickinson