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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 11, Poema 10
X.
To
my
quick
ear
the
leaves
conversed;
The
bushes
they
were
bells;
I
could
not
find
a
private
space
From
Nature's
watchful
eyes.
In
cave
if
I
presumed
to
hide,
The
walls
began
to
speak;
Creation
seemed
a
vast
crack
To
make
me
visible.
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