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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 8, Poema 10
X.
The
only
ghost
I
ever
saw
Was
dressed
in
lace,
—
so;
He
wore
no
shoe
on
his
foot,
And
stepped
like
flakes
of
snow.
His
walk
was
soundless,
like
a
bird,
But
swift,
like
a
deer;
His
style
was
strange,
mosaic,
Or,
perhaps,
mistletoe.
His
words
were
rare,
His
laughter
like
the
breeze
That
fades
away
in
dimples
Among
the
thoughtful
trees.
Our
meeting
was
brief,—
Of
me,
himself
was
shy;
And
God
forbid
I
look
back
Since
that
frightening
day!
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