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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 9, Poema 21
XXIII.
THE
LOST
THOUGHT.
I
felt
my
mind
was
clear
Like
it
had
broken
in
two;
I
tried
to
put
it
back
together,
But
it
didn't
fit
like
new.
I
wanted
to
link
the
last
thought
To
the
one
before
it
came,
But
they
rolled
away
from
me
Like
balls
on
the
floor.
The
quiet
volcano
keeps
his
plan
inside.
He
does
not
share
his
thoughts
With
any
uncertain
man.
If
nature
cannot
tell
the
story
That
God
shared
with
her,
Can
people
live
without
someone
listening?
Her
closed
lips
warn
us,
So
let
every
talker
be
quiet.
The
only
secret
people
keep
Is
living
forever.
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