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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 7, Poema 10
X.
The
only
ghost
I
ever
saw
Was
dressed
in
lace,
—
so;
He
wore
no
shoes,
And
stepped
like
snowflakes.
His
walk
was
quiet,
like
the
bird,
But
fast,
like
the
deer;
His
style
was
strange,
Or,
maybe,
mistletoe.
His
talk
was
rare,
His
laugh
like
the
breeze
That
fades
away
in
dimples
Among
the
sad
trees.
Our
meeting
was
short,
—
He
was
shy
of
me;
And
God
forbid
I
look
back
Since
that
scary
day!
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