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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 8, Poema 36
LIV.
THANKSGIVING
DAY.
There
is
one
special
day
Called
Thanksgiving
Day.
We
eat
at
the
table
And
we
remember
things.
I
am
not
old
or
a
cat,
I
watch
the
play.
It
feels
like
a
holiday
In
my
mind.
If
nothing
was
taken
away
From
long
ago,
No
land
or
small
room
Would
be
missing.
No
small
stone
Would
make
waves
in
the
bay.
For
those
who
gather,
It
is
Thanksgiving
Day.
Childish
sadness
Time
makes
sadness
soft
It
looks
nice
now
The
sadness
was
big
It
made
us
scared
Now
we
have
big
sadness
We
want
small
sadness
It
was
easy
to
fix
When
we
were
young
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