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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 8, Poema 5
V.
Mornings
like
these
we
parted;
Noons
like
these
she
rose,
Fluttering
first,
then
stronger,
To
her
peaceful
rest.
She
never
spoke
of
it,
And
it
was
not
for
me;
She
was
quiet
from
joy,
I,
from
pain!
Until
the
evening
came,
Someone
closed
the
shutters
—
Quick!
a
sharper
sound!
And
this
bird
flew
away!
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