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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 5, Poema 9
IX.
THE
TEST.
I
can
handle
grief,
Whole
pools
of
it—
I'm
used
to
that.
But
the
smallest
joy
Breaks
my
steps,
And
I
stumble—drunk.
Let
no
pebble
laugh,
It
was
the
new
drink—
That
was
all!
Power
is
only
pain,
Stuck,
through
discipline,
Until
weights
hang.
Give
balm
to
giants,
And
they'll
wilt,
like
men.
Give
a
mountain—
They'll
carry
it!
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