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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 4, Poema 12
XII.
REAL.
I
like
a
look
of
agony,
Because
I
know
it
is
true;
Men
do
not
fake
convulsions,
Nor
pretend
a
throe.
The
eyes
glaze
once,
and
that
is
death.
Impossible
to
feign
The
beads
upon
the
forehead
Strung
by
simple
anguish.
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