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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 7, Poema 13
XIII.
MEMORIALS.
Death
shows
a
thing
important
The
eye
had
hurried
by,
Except
a
lost
creature
Beg
us
kindly
To
think
of
little
works
In
crayon
or
in
wool,
With
"This
was
last
her
fingers
did,"
Busy
until
The
thimble
was
too
heavy,
The
stitches
stopped,
And
then
it
was
put
among
the
dust
On
the
shelf.
A
book
I
have,
a
friend
gave,
Whose
pencil,
here
and
there,
Had
marked
the
place
that
pleased
him,
—
At
rest
his
fingers
are.
Now,
when
I
read,
I
read
not,
For
tears
Erase
the
marks
Too
costly
to
fix.
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