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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 7, Poema 46
XLVI.
It
can't
be
summer
—
it's
gone;
It's
too
early
for
spring;
There's
a
long
stretch
of
white
Before
the
blackbirds
sing.
It
can't
be
dying
—
it's
too
red
—
The
dead
go
in
white.
So
sunset
closes
my
question
With
clasps
of
green
stone.
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