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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 12, Poema 41
XLI.
I
breathed
enough
to
learn
the
way,
And
now,
away
from
air,
I
pretend
the
breath
so
well,
That
one,
to
be
quite
sure
The
lungs
are
still,
must
go
Among
the
smart
cells,
And
touch
the
act
himself.
How
cool
the
air
feels!
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