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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 9, Poema 45
LIV.
THANKSGIVING
DAY.
One
day
in
the
year
Is
called
Thanksgiving
day,
Celebrated
at
the
table,
And
in
memory.
Neither
old
man
nor
cat,
I
think
about
the
play;
It
seems
to
me,
A
holiday
of
thoughts.
If
there
had
been
no
big
loss
From
the
early
days,
Not
a
land
or
a
title
Where
there
was
once
a
room,
Not
a
word,
whose
small
stone
Wrinkled
any
bay,
—
To
such,
if
such
meeting
happened,
It
would
be
Thanksgiving
day.
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