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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 1, Poema 8
VIII.
A
wounded
deer
leaps
highest,
I've
heard
the
hunter
say;
It's
the
thrill
of
death,
Then
silence
reigns.
The
struck
rock
gushes,
The
trampled
steel
springs;
A
cheek
reddens
most
Where
fever
stings!
Laughter
hides
pain,
In
which
it
guards
itself,
Lest
anyone
see
the
blood
And
cry,
"You're
hurt!"
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