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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 11, Poema 46
XLVI.
DYING.
I
hear
a
fly
buzz
when
I
die;
The
quiet
around
me
Is
like
the
air
Before
a
storm.
The
eyes
are
dry,
And
breaths
are
ready
For
the
last
time,
when
the
king
Shows
his
power.
I
give
my
things,
sign
away
What
part
of
me
I
Can
give,
—
and
then
A
fly
comes,
With
blue,
unsure
buzz,
Between
the
light
and
me;
And
then
the
windows
close,
and
then
I
cannot
see.
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