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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 4, Poema 20
XX.
The
last
night
she
lived,
It
was
an
ordinary
night,
Except
for
the
dying;
this
for
us
Made
nature
seem
different.
We
noticed
the
smallest
things,
—
Things
ignored
before,
By
this
great
light
on
our
minds
Highlighted,
as
it
were.
That
others
could
exist
While
she
must
end,
A
jealousy
for
her
arose
Almost
infinite.
We
waited
while
she
passed;
It
was
a
narrow
time,
Too
crowded
were
our
souls
to
speak,
At
last,
the
notice
came.
She
mentioned,
and
forgot;
Then
lightly
as
a
reed
Bent
to
the
water,
barely
shook,
Agreed,
and
was
gone.
And
we,
we
placed
the
hair,
And
lifted
the
head;
And
then
a
solemn
time
was,
Our
faith
to
adjust.
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