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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 10, Poema 10
X.
FORGOTTEN.
There
is
a
word
That
holds
a
sword
Which
can
pierce
a
man.
It
throws
its
sharp
sounds,
Then
is
quiet
again.
But
where
it
landed
The
saved
will
say
On
a
patriotic
day,
A
soldier
gave
his
breath
away.
Wherever
the
sun
runs,
Wherever
the
day
roams,
There
is
its
silent
attack,
There
is
its
victory!
Behold
the
sharpest
shooter!
The
best
shot!
Time's
greatest
target
Is
a
soul
'forgot'!
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