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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 4, Poema 51
LI.
I
got
it
slow,
By
climbing
slow,
By
holding
the
small
twigs
Between
me
and
joy.
It
was
high,
Like
the
sky
I
try
to
reach.
I
say
I
got
it,
This
is
all.
Look,
I
hold
it
tight,
So
it
does
not
fall,
And
I
am
poor
again;
Not
ready
for
the
happy
face
I
had
before.
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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo — A1 Inglés | Cuentana
Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo — A1 Inglés | Cuentana