Her smile was shaped like other smiles by Emily Di

Её улыбка - как всегда,
те ж ямочки вразбег...
Тебе же боль - ты как птенец,
вспорхнувший на запев,
вобрав полученный свинец,
вцепившись в прут, в листок,
рассыпал в судорогах песнь -
дробинками - на топь...



(Эмили - о Сью, или о Боулзе.
Никаких "проблем" с рукописью нет, тут Прист с присными неправ,
возможны обе причины возникновения обоих стихотворений -
и разлад со Сью, и редактор Сэм Боулз с его газетой,
но два стиха чётко отделены друг от друга чертой - см.фото.
Перевод нижнего стиха здесь:
http://www.stihi.ru/2018/11/05/5704_ )


[David Preest:
This poem presents a manuscript problem. It is written above
Johnson’s poem 353 on the same sheet of paper, and although
Johnson prints them as separate poems, Franklin believes they
make up one poem. Judith Farr, taking poem 514 as a separate
poem, suggests that it was meant for Sue. Emily had believed
Sue’s smile to be sincere, but then had been hurt by some act
of treachery from Sue. Ruth Miller also takes them as separate
poems but believes that both refer to Emily’s own gallant smile
with which she tried to mask the pain inflicted upon her by
Samuel Bowles’ attack on women poets such as herself in the
Springfield Republican (see notes on poem 412). She had been
encouraged ‘to sing’ by him printing one of her poems, but then
her ‘hold upon the Twig’ was shaken by the bullet of his attack,
and her poems scattered ‘like Beads _ among the Bog.’ For Miller
both this poem and the opening sentence of the second Master
letter (L233) refer to Bowles’ attack on women poets in his
newspaper. The letter begins, ‘If you saw a bullet hit a Bird -
and he told you he was’nt shot - you might weep at his courtesy,
but you would certainly doubt his word.’]


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Her smile was shaped like other smiles -- by Emily Dickinson

Her smile was shaped like other smiles --    
The Dimples ran along --               
And still it hurt you, as some Bird          
Did hoist herself, to sing,               
Then recollect a Ball, she got --            
And hold upon the Twig,               
Convulsive, while the Music broke --         
Like Beads -- among the Bog --