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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 12, Poema 29
XXIX.
TRYING
TO
FORGET.
Bereaved
of
all,
I
went
away,
No
less
sad
to
be
On
a
new
land,
—
The
grave
came
before
me,
Took
my
place
before
I
did,
And
when
I
sought
my
bed,
The
grave
it
was,
rested
upon
The
pillow
for
my
head.
I
woke,
to
find
it
awake
first,
I
rose,
—
it
followed
me;
I
tried
to
lose
it
in
the
crowd,
To
lose
it
in
the
sea,
In
cups
of
fake
sleep
To
dream
it
away,
—
The
grave
was
done,
but
the
spade
Stayed
in
memory.
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