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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 5, Poema 5
V.
I
found
the
words
for
every
thought
I
ever
had,
but
one;
And
that
eludes
me,
like
a
hand
Trying
to
sketch
the
sun
To
people
raised
in
darkness;—
How
would
your
own
begin?
Can
blaze
be
done
in
red,
Or
noon
in
deep
blue?
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