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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 5, Poema 14
XIV.
He
put
a
belt
around
my
life,
—
I
heard
it
close,
And
turned
away,
proud,
My
life
folding
up
Slowly,
like
a
duke
would
do
A
kingdom's
paper,
—
Now
a
special
kind,
A
part
of
the
cloud.
Yet
not
too
far
to
come
when
called,
And
do
the
little
jobs
That
make
the
rest,
And
give
small
smiles
To
lives
that
see
mine
And
kindly
ask
it
in,
—
Whose
invite,
did
you
not
know
For
whom
I
must
say
no?
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