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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 7, Poema 46
XLVI.
It
can't
be
summer,
—
that
passed
by;
It's
early
yet
for
spring;
There's
that
long
stretch
of
white
to
cross
Before
the
blackbirds
sing.
It
can't
be
dying,
—
it's
too
red,
—
The
dead
shall
wear
white.
So
sunset
ends
my
question
With
clasps
of
chrysolite.
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