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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 7, Poema 14
XIV.
IN
SHADOW.
I
feared
that
first
robin
so,
But
now
I
know
him,
And
I'm
used
to
him
now,
—
He
still
hurts
a
bit,
though.
I
thought
if
I
could
just
live
Till
that
first
call
was
gone,
Not
all
pianos
in
the
woods
Could
hurt
me.
I
did
not
want
to
meet
the
daffodils,
For
fear
their
yellow
dress
Would
strike
me
with
a
style
So
different
from
mine.
I
wished
the
grass
would
hurry,
So
when
it
was
time
to
see,
He'd
be
too
tall,
the
tallest
one
Could
not
see
me.
I
could
not
bear
the
bees
should
come,
I
wished
they'd
stay
away
In
those
far
places
they
go:
What
word
had
they
for
me?
They're
here,
though;
not
one
missed,
No
blossom
stayed
away
In
kind
respect
to
me,
The
Queen
of
Calvary.
Each
one
greets
me
as
he
goes,
And
I
my
small
feathers
Lift,
in
sad
thanks
Of
their
unthinking
drums.
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