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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 7, Poema 31
XXXI.
PRECEDENCE.
Wait
till
the
power
of
Death
Touches
so
low
a
brow!
Almost
a
servant
Might
dare
to
touch
it
now!
Wait
till
in
endless
robes
This
common
man
is
dressed,
Then
talk
about
"better"
And
"place"
and
the
rest!
Around
this
quiet
man
Angels
wait!
Full
royal
is
his
group,
Full
purple
is
his
state!
A
lord
might
dare
to
lift
the
hat
To
such
a
simple
clay,
Since
that
my
Lord,
"the
Lord
of
lords"
Receives
without
shame!
He
goes
up
today!
I
remember
it
well.
No
bells,
no
cheers,
People
watch
and
tell.
Happy
like
a
walk,
Calm
like
a
rest,
Quiet
like
a
church,
He
rises
with
the
best.
He
does
not
talk
of
return,
No
time
is
said.
When
the
wind
is
good,
We
see
him
ahead.
He
thanks
for
flowers
In
life's
big
bunch,
He
talks
of
new
ones
To
pick
for
lunch.
He
talks
and
wonders,
The
wonder
comes
near;
Hands
move
the
ropes,
The
crowd
stands
here.
He
goes
from
our
eyes
To
new
faces
there!
A
change,
a
daisy,
Is
what
I
know
here!
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