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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 12, Poema 30
XXX.
I
felt
a
funeral
in
my
mind,
And
mourners,
back
and
forth,
Kept
walking,
walking,
till
it
seemed
That
sense
was
breaking
through.
And
when
they
all
sat
down,
A
service
like
a
drum
Kept
beating,
beating,
till
I
thought
My
mind
was
going
numb.
And
then
I
heard
them
lift
a
box,
And
creak
across
my
soul
With
those
same
heavy
boots,
again.
Then
space
began
to
ring
As
if
all
the
heavens
were
a
bell,
And
Being
just
an
ear,
And
I
and
silence
some
strange
race,
Lost,
alone,
here.
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