Emily Dickinson
Many cross the Rhine
In this cup of mine.
Sip old Frankfort air
From my brown Cigar.
Ýìèëè Äèêèíñîí
Õðóñòàëüíûé Ðåéí è ñèãàðà
Ðåéí ðàñïèñíîé íà áîêàëå
×àñòî äðóçüÿ ïðîïëûâàëè,
Ïèëè äóõ Ôðàíêôóðòà – ñòàðûé –
Äûìîì ãàâàíñêîé ñèãàðû.