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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 11, Poema 40
XL.
Three
weeks
passed
since
I
had
seen
her,
—
Some
sickness
had
bothered;
'T
was
with
words
and
village
singing
I
saw
her
next,
And
a
group
—
our
joy
To
talk
alone;
Kind
now
to
me
as
any,
Kind
to
none.
Carried,
without
saying
no,
To
the
parish
night;
Of
the
people
Which
are
out
of
sight?
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