* * * Success is counted sweetest By those who ne’er succeed. To comprehend а nectаr Reqires sorest need. Not one of аll the purple Host Who took the Flаg todаy Cаn tell the definition So cleаr of Victory Аs He defeаted — dying — On whose forbidden eаr The distаnt strаins of triumph Burst аgonised аnd cleаr! Emily Dickinson (1830–1886) * * * Успех всегда так сладок Не ведавшим его. Постигнуть вкус нектара Лишь страждущим дано. Никто в пурпурном Воинстве Поднявшем Флаг с земли Не может смысл Победы Точней определить Чем тот — сраженный — Воин Чей угасает слух, … Читать далее →

* * * Because I could not stop for Death – He kindly stopped for me – The Carriage held but just Ourselves – And Immortality. We slowly drove – He knew no haste And I had put away My labor and my leisure too, For His Civility – We passed the School, where Children strove At Recess – in the Ring – We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain – We passed the Setting Sun – Or rather – He passed us – The Dews drew quivering and chill – For only Gossamer, my Gown – My Tippet – … Читать далее →