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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 4, Poema 20
XX.
The
last
night
she
lived,
It
was
a
normal
night,
Except
the
dying;
this
made
Nature
different
for
us.
We
noticed
small
things,
—
Things
missed
before,
By
this
great
light
on
our
minds
Made
clear,
as
it
were.
That
others
could
live
While
she
must
end,
A
jealousy
for
her
rose
So
nearly
infinite.
We
waited
while
she
passed;
It
was
a
short
time,
Too
crowded
were
our
souls
to
speak,
At
last
the
notice
came.
She
mentioned,
and
forgot;
Then
lightly
as
a
reed
Bent
to
the
water,
shivered
a
bit,
Agreed,
and
was
dead.
And
we,
we
placed
the
hair,
And
straightened
the
head;
And
then
a
big
quiet
was,
Our
faith
to
manage.
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