English Poetry. Emily Elizabeth Dickinson. I Measure Every Grief I Meet. Эмили Дикинсон.

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

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I measure every grief I meet
With analytic eyes;
I wonder if it weighs like mine,
Or has an easier size.

I wonder if they bore it long,
Or did it just begin?
I could not tell the date of mine,
It feels so old a pain.

I wonder if it hurts to live,
And if they have to try,
And whether, could they choose between,
They would not rather die.

I wonder if when years have piled–
Some thousands–on the cause
Of early hurt, if such a lapse
Could give them any pause;

Or would they go on aching still
Through centuries above,
Enlightened to a larger pain
By contrast with the love.

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson’s other poems:

1. Summer Shower
2. Psalm of the Day
3. The Sea of Sunset
4. The Outlet
5. New Feet within My Garden Go

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