Lethe in my flower, by Emily Dickinson

Мой цветок - в нём Лета,
этот вдох глотать -
в саде, что не вянет,
иволге внимать!

Лепесток простейший,
шелуха, что зрю...
Мой отец! Юпитер!
Розу познаю!




[David Preest:
‘Lethe’ in Greek mythology was a river in the Underworld. Those who drank of it
forgot their previous existence. When Emily drinks in the scent of a flower from her
garden, she forgets this world and seems to hear the bobolink singing in ‘the fadeless
orchards’ of the next world. The flower may look just like flakes of petal, but to the
perceptive eye it is the rose of immortality.
Emily presumably cries to Jupiter rather than God because of the classical
associations of ‘Lethe.’

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"Lethe" in my flower, by Emily Dickinson

"Lethe" in my flower,      
Of which they who drink   
In the fadeless orchards 
Hear the bobolink!      

Merely flake or petal   
As the Eye beholds      
Jupiter! my father!      
I perceive the rose!