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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 12, Poema 46
XLVI.
DYING.
I
heard
a
fly
buzz
when
I
died;
The
stillness
around
me
Was
like
the
calm
in
the
air
Before
a
storm
breaks.
The
eyes
beside
were
dry,
And
breaths
were
getting
ready
For
that
final
moment,
when
the
king
Would
be
seen
in
his
power.
I
gave
away
my
keepsakes,
Signed
what
I
could,
And
then
a
fly
came
in,
With
a
blue,
uncertain
buzz,
Between
the
light
and
me;
And
then
the
windows
failed,
And
I
could
not
see.
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