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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 7, Poema 39
XL.
I
think
how
I
will
rise
When
I
am
forgiven,
Till
hair
and
eyes
and
head
Are
gone
to
heaven.
I
think
how
my
lips
pray
With
soft
words
That
you,
so
late,
Care
for
this
bird.
I
remember
pain
sent,
Some
moved
away
Before
my
heart
broke,
—
Why
not
this
way?
And
so,
until
carried
I
think
"forgiven,"
Till
with
fear
and
trust
I
drop
my
heart,
given!
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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo — A1 Inglés | Cuentana
Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo — A1 Inglés | Cuentana