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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 5, Poema 51
LI.
I
gained
it
so,
By
climbing
slow,
By
catching
at
the
twigs
that
grow
Between
the
bliss
and
me.
It
hung
so
high,
As
well
the
sky
Attempt
by
strategy.
I
said
I
gained
it,
—
This
was
all.
Look,
how
I
clutch
it,
Lest
it
fall,
And
I
become
poor;
Unfit
by
a
moment's
grace
For
the
contented
beggar's
face
I
wore
an
hour
ago.
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