It's all I have to bring today
It's all I have to bring today--
This, and my heart beside--
This, and my heart, and all the fields--
And all the meadows wide--
Be sure you count—should I forget
Some one the sum could tell--
This, and my heart, and all the Bees
Which in the Clover dwell.
Emily Dickinson - 1830-1886
As in a boundless sea in darkening fields and meadows
As in a boundless sea in darkening fields and meadows
The sunset's tristful rays fade and then sink from sight,
And in mute twilights wake, over the steppe the shadows
Creep swiftly, bringing night.
Soft sound the gophers' calls, and, ne'er the stillness waking,
Jerboas now appear - two or perhaps just one.
They ghost-like haunt the plain, great leaps across it taking,
And all at once are gone…
Ivan Bunin
It's all I have to bring today--
This, and my heart beside--
This, and my heart, and all the fields--
And all the meadows wide--
Be sure you count—should I forget
Some one the sum could tell--
This, and my heart, and all the Bees
Which in the Clover dwell.
Emily Dickinson - 1830-1886
As in a boundless sea in darkening fields and meadows
As in a boundless sea in darkening fields and meadows
The sunset's tristful rays fade and then sink from sight,
And in mute twilights wake, over the steppe the shadows
Creep swiftly, bringing night.
Soft sound the gophers' calls, and, ne'er the stillness waking,
Jerboas now appear - two or perhaps just one.
They ghost-like haunt the plain, great leaps across it taking,
And all at once are gone…
Ivan Bunin
