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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 2, Poema 6
VI.
If
you
were
coming
in
the
fall,
I'd
brush
the
summer
by
With
half
a
smile
and
half
a
spurn,
As
housewives
do
a
fly.
If
I
could
see
you
in
a
year,
I'd
wind
the
months
in
balls,
And
put
them
each
in
separate
drawers,
Until
their
time
befalls.
If
only
centuries
delayed,
I'd
count
them
on
my
hand,
Subtracting
till
my
fingers
dropped
Into
Van
Diemen's
land.
If
certain,
when
this
life
was
out,
That
yours
and
mine
should
be,
I'd
toss
it
yonder
like
a
rind,
And
taste
eternity.
But
now,
unsure
of
the
length
Of
time's
uncertain
wing,
It
goads
me,
like
the
goblin
bee,
That
will
not
state
its
sting.
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