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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 4, Poema 50
L.
HUNGER.
I
was
hungry
for
years;
Now
it
is
time
to
eat;
I
touch
the
food,
And
drink
the
wine.
I
saw
this
food
before,
When
I
was
hungry
and
alone,
I
looked
in
windows
for
the
food
I
could
not
have.
I
did
not
know
this
big
bread,
It
is
not
like
the
crumbs
The
birds
and
I
shared
In
nature's
room.
The
plenty
is
new
to
me,
I
feel
strange
and
sick,
Like
a
berry
from
the
mountain
Moved
to
the
road.
I
am
not
hungry;
I
see
Hunger
is
for
those
outside,
And
it
goes
away
When
you
come
inside.
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