Emily Dickinson

(1830 - 1886)

Zbog ljepote padoh ja —  I died for beauty

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Pjesma je uvrstena u knjigu odobranih pjesma Emily Dickinson: 'Tise Od Sna';
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Zbog ljepote padoh ja
Na dno groba tog;   
Drugi umre zbog istine:      
Smjeste ga do mog.           

Upita me sto ja skrivih,              
"Ljepota", uzvratih.                   
"Mi braca smo", rece meni,                     
"Zbog istine platih."                          

Kroz zidove zborili smo                              
Srodni, dok noc snena,                                  
Tresetom ne pokri usne                                      
I sakri imena.                                          

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, — the two are one;                      
We brethren are," he said.                          

And so, as kinsmen met a night,                              
We talked between the rooms,                                 
Until the moss had reached our lips,                                      
And covered up our names.