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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 8, Poema 14
XIV.
I
went
to
heaven,
—
It
was
a
small
town,
Lit
with
a
ruby,
Covered
with
soft
down.
Quieter
than
the
fields
At
the
full
dew,
Beautiful
as
pictures
No
man
drew.
People
like
the
moth,
Of
lace
frames,
Jobs
of
gossamer,
And
soft
names.
Almost
happy
I
could
be
Among
such
unique
Company.
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