Emily Dickinson:
449.
I died for Beauty — but was scarce
Adjusted in the Tomb
When One who died for Truth, was lain
In an adjoining Room —
He questioned softly why I failed?
"For Beauty," I replied —
"And I — for Truth — Themself are One—
We Brethren are," He said
And so, as Kinsmen, met at Night —
We talked between the Rooms —
Until the Moss had reached our lips—
And covered up — our names —
1862, publ.1890
449
Я умерла за Красоту - тосклив
Был мой Покой,
За Правду павший- в смежный склеп-
Пока не лёг со мной.
"Страдала ты" - спросил, - "За что ж?"
"За Красоту", - в ответ.
"За Правду я - одно и то ж-
Мы Близнецы, привет!"
Мы проболтали, видит Бог,
Не раздвигая Штор,
Пока не тронул губы Мох
И с плит имён не стёр.