EN + ES
Escuchar
429
Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 12, Poema 41
XLI.
I
breathed
enough
to
learn
the
trick,
And
now,
removed
from
air,
I
mimic
the
breath
so
well,
That
one,
to
be
certain
The
lungs
are
still,
must
go
Among
the
clever
cells,
And
touch
the
pantomime
himself.
How
cool
the
bellows
feel!
||
||
Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo — B2 Inglés | Cuentana