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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 11, Poema 10
X.
To
my
quick
ear
the
leaves
spoke;
The
bushes
were
bells;
I
could
not
find
privacy
From
Nature's
guards.
In
a
cave
if
I
tried
to
hide,
The
walls
began
to
speak;
Creation
seemed
a
big
crack
To
make
me
seen.
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