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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 7, Poema 45
XLV.
As
quietly
as
sadness
The
summer
slipped
away,
Too
quietly,
at
last,
To
seem
like
a
betrayal.
A
calmness
spread,
Like
twilight
starting,
Or
nature,
spending
time
alone
In
a
quiet
afternoon.
The
dusk
came
sooner,
The
morning
shone
differently,
A
polite,
yet
sad
grace,
Like
a
guest
who
wants
to
leave.
And
so,
without
wings,
Or
a
boat,
Our
summer
gently
left
Into
beauty.
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