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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 11, Poema 29
XXIX.
TRYING
TO
FORGET.
Lost
of
all,
I
went
away,
No
less
lost
to
be
On
a
new
land,
—
The
grave
went
before
me,
Got
my
room
before
me,
And
when
I
sought
my
bed,
The
grave
it
was,
rested
on
The
pillow
for
my
head.
I
woke,
to
find
it
first
awake,
I
rose,
—
it
followed
me;
I
tried
to
drop
it
in
the
crowd,
To
lose
it
in
the
sea,
In
cups
of
fake
sleep
To
sleep
its
shape
away,
—
The
grave
was
done,
but
the
tool
Stayed
in
memory.
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