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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 11, Poema 13
XIII.
DEATH.
Death
is
like
the
bug
Hurting
the
tree,
Able
to
kill
it,
But
fooled
may
be.
Trap
it
with
the
balm,
Find
it
with
the
knife,
Stop
it,
if
it
costs
you
Everything
in
life.
Then,
if
it
hides
Out
of
reach,
Mark
the
tree
and
leave
it,
—
It's
the
bug's
will.
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