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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 12, Poema 58
LVIII.
RETROSPECT.
It
was
just
this
time
last
year
I
died.
I
know
I
heard
the
corn,
When
I
was
carried
by
the
farms,
—
It
had
tassels
on.
I
thought
how
yellow
it
would
be
When
Richard
went
to
mill;
And
then
I
wanted
to
get
out,
But
something
held
me
back.
I
thought
how
red
apples
sat
Between
the
stubble's
joints;
And
carts
went
around
the
fields
To
take
the
pumpkins
in.
I
wondered
which
would
miss
me
least,
And
when
Thanksgiving
came,
If
father'd
add
more
plates
To
make
an
even
sum.
And
if
my
stocking
hung
too
high,
Would
it
spoil
the
Christmas
fun,
That
no
Santa
could
reach
Where
I
was?
But
this
thought
made
me
sad,
so
I
thought
how
it
would
be
When
just
this
time,
some
perfect
year,
They
would
come
to
me.
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