Struck, was I, not yet by Lightning by Emily Dicki

То не молния пронзила -
та уйти даёт
силам чуять света силу
там, где жизнь уйдёт.

То не удалью калечна
камня дурака,
не охотника беспечьем...
В ком сыщу врага?

С кражей той цела к разбою...
В горнице разор...
Умыкнули Солнце - к боли
узнаванья зорь...

Не была во страх,- любому,
меньшей из пичуг,-
прянувшей с ветвей садовых
от меня - в испуг.

То и мило, чем убита.
Часто, если мру,
задержу, узнав любимой
лаской Солнца рук.

Лучше - сникнув - как закатом,
всток не знать ничей
до сияний, неохватных
свету их очей.






(Прист на закуску. Фееричный толкователь, нет слов.
Ладно там, "вся девственность моя наскрозь поломатая..."
Но скажите, где он здесь вычитал про "оргазм"?
Ну, впрямь, мужик с соображением...)
[David Preest:
The first three stanzas of this poem dramatically express
the shock of the onset of love by each starting with a powerful
past participle, ‘Struck,’ ‘Maimed,’ ‘Robbed.’ The fourth stanza
is quieter, before the last two stanzas build up to a description
of the deepest possible love in the last two lines. Emily says
in effect:
I was not struck by lightning, as lightning lets us see what
he does to life (1-4). I was not maimed by slingshot of boy or by
huntsman, so who was my enemy (5-8)? I was not robbed by any bandit,
but the Mansion of my virginity was torn, as the sun of my virgin
life was withdrawn from recognition and set for ever (9-12).
Nor was I feared as a foe by even the smallest creature (13-16).
No, ‘the Cause that slew Me’ was the man that I love the most,
and now, as often ‘as I die’ in orgasm, I recognise his beloved face
like a Sun looking down on me (17-20). The Sun of his face,
like Nature’s sun, may be best at its Setting. And just as Nature’s
sun is not witnessed as rising until dawn, so our love will only be
infinite after we set in death and rise to the ‘infinite Aurora
in the other’s eyes.’ (21-4)
As Judith Farr says of Emily, ‘her attitude toward passion
is complex, and her vision of love-making specific.’ Poem 625
also contains the prospect of the lovers gazing into each
other’s eyes in heaven.]

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Struck, was I, not yet by Lightning -- by Emily Dickinson

Struck, was I, not yet by Lightning --       
Lightning -- lets away               
Power to perceive His Process               
With Vitality.               

Maimed -- was I -- yet not by Venture --      
Stone of stolid Boy --               
Nor a Sportsman's wanton leisure --          
Who mine Enemy?               

Robbed -- was I -- intact to Bandit --       
All my Mansion torn --               
Sun -- withdrawn to Recognition --            
Furthest shining -- done --               

Yet was not the foe -- of any --             
Not the smallest Bird               
In the nearest Orchard dwelling               
Be of Me -- afraid.               

Most -- I love the Cause that slew Me.       
Often as I die               
Its beloved Recognition               
Holds a Sun on Me --               

Best -- at Setting -- as is Nature's --      
Neither witnessed Rise               
Till the infinite Aurora               
In the other's eyes.