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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 4, Poema 19
XIX.
To
know
how
he
suffered
would
be
nice;
To
know
if
anyone
was
near
To
see
his
eyes,
Until
they
looked
at
Paradise.
To
know
if
he
was
patient,
or
happy,
Was
dying
as
he
thought,
or
not;
Was
it
a
nice
day
to
die,
Did
the
sun
shine
his
way?
What
was
his
last
thought,
of
home,
or
God,
Or
what
people
said
When
he
stopped
living
On
such
a
day?
And
wishes,
did
he
have
any?
Just
his
sigh,
Would
have
been
clear
to
me.
And
was
he
sure
until
Ill
went
into
forever
well?
And
if
he
spoke,
what
name
was
best,
What
first,
What
one
stopped
with
At
the
sleepiest?
Was
he
afraid,
or
calm?
Did
he
know
How
aware
he
could
grow,
Till
love
that
was,
and
love
too
blessed
to
be,
Meet
—
and
the
joining
be
Eternity?
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