kuzimama (kuzimama) wrote,
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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 Dickinson
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  • (no subject)

    поначалу дэйлимэйл первым делом накинулась на путина, хоть и косвенно: "его ближайший круг", но, по мере разборок, центром скандала…

  • (no subject)

    говорите, не следует читать советских российских газет? попробуйте украинские ))

  • (no subject)

    ляпота! угадайстрану истребитель разворовали прямо на заводе. Самые важные части самолета съели мыши. Срочно пришлите кота. (с) тtrilirium

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