Go slow, my soul, to feed thyself by Emily Dickins

Бреди упиться им, душа,
приход его нечаст...
Спеши, чем ни скорей уход,
пред Светлым ходом мчась...
Робей, пусть он тебя, простясь,
потерянной найдёт...
Дерзай - он жертвой искупил
лобзанье на исход...

               

(Эмили - о любимом её месяце, Марте,
сравнивая его с приходом Спасителя!)
               
[David Preest:
This poem is part of a letter (L410) of early March 1874 sent
to her cousins, Louise and Frances Norcross. It is introduced
by the words, ‘Infinite March is here, and I “hered” a bluebird.
Of course I am standing on my head.’ Presumably the ‘his’ in
the poem refers to ‘infinite March’ and the coming of  spring
which is symbolic of our own rebirth. She must ‘go slow’ as
March only comes once a year, but also ‘go rapid’ lest Death
overtakes the ‘Coach’ on which she is travelling through life.
She must ‘go timid,’ for fear that March, with his final judgment,
should decide that she is not fit to share in the blessings
promised by his symbolism. But she should also ‘go boldly,’
for she can be redeemed and become a sharer in rebirth if
she has given ‘a Kiss’ to March in welcome and anticipation.]

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Go slow, my soul, to feed thyself by Emily Dickinson

Go slow, my soul, to feed thyself            
Upon his rare approach --               
Go rapid, lest Competing Death               
Prevail upon the Coach --               
Go timid, should his final eye               
Determine thee amiss --               
Go boldly -- for thou paid'st his price      
Redemption -- for a Kiss --