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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 2, Poema 6
VI.
If
you
were
coming
in
the
fall,
I'd
let
summer
pass
With
a
smile
and
a
wave,
Like
housewives
do
with
flies.
If
I
could
see
you
in
a
year,
I'd
wrap
the
months
in
balls,
And
put
them
in
drawers,
Until
their
time
comes.
If
only
centuries
delayed,
I'd
count
them
on
my
hand,
Subtracting
till
my
fingers
dropped
Into
distant
lands.
If
sure,
when
this
life
ends,
That
yours
and
mine
would
be,
I'd
toss
this
life
away,
And
start
eternity.
But
now,
unsure
of
how
long
Time's
uncertain
wing,
It
bothers
me,
like
a
bee,
That
will
not
show
its
sting.
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