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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 10, Poema 12
XII.
THE
MASTER.
He
fumbles
at
your
spirit
Like
players
at
the
keys
Before
they
play
full
music
on;
He
stuns
you
slowly,
Prepares
your
fragile
self
For
the
ethereal
blow,
By
softer
hammers,
first
distant,
Then
closer,
then
so
slow
Your
breath
has
time
to
calm,
Your
mind
to
settle
cool,
—
Deals
one
mighty
thunderbolt
That
strips
your
naked
soul.
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