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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 1, Poema 34
XII.
IN
VAIN.
I
cannot
live
with
you,
Life
is
far
away,
It
is
on
a
shelf
The
man
keeps
the
key,
He
puts
up
Our
life,
like
a
cup,
Old
and
cracked.
I
cannot
die
with
you,
One
must
wait
To
close
the
eyes,
You
cannot.
I
cannot
stand
by
And
see
you
cold,
Without
my
right,
Death's
gift.
I
cannot
rise
with
you,
Your
face
would
shine
Brighter
than
Jesus',
Close
to
me.
They
would
judge
us,
You
serve
Heaven,
I
cannot,
You
fill
my
eyes.
If
you
are
lost,
I
am
too,
Even
if
my
name
Is
loud
In
Heaven.
If
you
are
saved,
And
I
am
not,
I
am
sad,
That
is
my
hell.
So
we
stay
apart,
You
there,
I
here,
With
a
small
door,
And
a
big
ocean,
And
prayer,
And
sadness,
Despair!
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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo — A1 Inglés | Cuentana
Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo — A1 Inglés | Cuentana