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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 11, Poema 3
III.
A
light
exists
in
spring
Not
present
all
year
At
any
other
time.
When
March
is
barely
here
A
color
appears
On
lonely
hills
That
science
can't
capture,
But
people
feel.
It
waits
on
the
lawn;
It
shows
the
farthest
tree
On
the
farthest
slope
we
know;
It
almost
speaks
to
me.
Then,
as
horizons
move,
Or
noons
fade
away,
Without
a
sound,
It
leaves,
and
we
stay:
A
feeling
of
loss
Affecting
our
peace,
As
if
trade
suddenly
took
over
A
sacred
moment.
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