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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 6, Poema 3
III.
Your
riches
taught
me
poverty.
I
thought
I
was
rich,
indeed,
With
little
treasures,
as
girls
boast,
Until
you
spread
wide
your
lead,
You
drifted
your
vast
domains
To
a
different
land;
And
I
saw
all
poverty,
For
life
with
you
was
grand.
Of
mines
I
know
little
myself,
Just
names
of
precious
stones,
—
The
colors
of
the
common
ones;
And
of
crowns,
I
know
few
tones,
So
much
that,
if
I
met
a
queen,
Her
glory
I
would
know:
But
this
must
be
a
different
wealth,
To
miss
it
leaves
me
low.
I'm
sure
'tis
India
all
day
To
those
who
gaze
at
you
Without
restraint,
without
blame,
—
If
only
I
could
be
that
Jew!
I'm
sure
it
is
Golconda,
Beyond
what
I
can
dream,
—
To
have
your
smile
each
day,
Is
better
than
a
gem!
At
least,
it's
a
comfort
to
know
That
gold
exists
somewhere,
Though
I
only
find
it
in
time
To
see
it
from
afar!
It's
a
treasure
far
to
guess,
And
value
the
pearl
That
slipped
through
my
simple
hands
When
I
was
just
a
girl!
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