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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 8, Poema 10
X.
The
only
ghost
I
ever
saw
Was
dressed
in
lace,
—
so;
He
wore
no
shoes
on
his
foot,
And
stepped
like
snowflakes.
His
walk
was
quiet,
like
the
bird,
But
fast,
like
the
deer;
His
style
strange,
mosaic,
Or,
maybe,
mistletoe.
His
words
were
few,
His
laughter
like
the
breeze
That
fades
away
in
dimples
Among
the
thoughtful
trees.
Our
meeting
was
short,—
Of
me,
he
was
shy;
And
God
forbid
I
look
back
Since
that
scary
day!
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