This slow Day moved along by Emily Dickinson

Тянулся долгий день -
на слышных мне осях,
как будто не взойти самим,
порыв их в путь иссяк...

Душе рекла "пойдём",
не ждать же битый час...
Пошли, играв и возвратясь,
оно же скрылось с глаз...





(Эмили - о закате.
А Прист вновь попал пальцем -
но не в небо, а в землю.)
[David Preest:
In poem 781 Emily had said,
‘To wait an Hour – is long –/ If Love be just beyond,’
and perhaps in this poem the day moves slowly for
the same reason – that she is waiting for a visit
from Samuel Bowles. After waiting downstairs in vain,
she tells her soul to come with her up to her room.
She plays or communes with her soul for a time, but
when she goes downstairs again, she finds that Bowles
has been and gone.]

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This slow Day moved along -- by Emily Dickinson

This slow Day moved along --             
I heard its axles go               
As if they could not hoist themselves   
They hated motion so --               

I told my soul to come --               
It was no use to wait --               
We went and played and came again         
And it was out of sight --