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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 4, Poema 7
VII.
THE
WHITE
HEAT.
Do
you
want
to
see
a
soul
at
white
heat?
Then
stand
by
the
door.
Red
is
the
fire's
color;
But
when
the
ore
Has
burned
enough,
Its
bright
light
shows
With
no
color
but
the
light
Of
a
strong
fire.
Every
village
has
a
blacksmith,
Whose
hammer's
sound
Is
like
the
work
inside
That
we
cannot
hear,
Making
these
ores
With
hammer
and
fire,
Until
the
light
Leaves
the
forge.
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