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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 1, Poema 8
VIII.
A
wounded
deer
jumps
highest,
I've
heard
hunters
say;
It's
the
excitement
of
death,
And
then
the
forest
is
still.
The
hit
rock
gushes,
The
trampled
steel
springs;
A
cheek
is
always
redder
Where
the
fever
stings!
Laughter
hides
pain,
In
which
it
arms
itself,
So
nobody
sees
the
blood
And
says,
"You're
hurt!"
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