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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 8, Poema 14
XIV.
I
went
to
heaven,
—
It
was
a
small
town,
Lit
with
a
ruby,
Covered
with
down.
Quieter
than
the
fields
At
full
dew,
Beautiful
as
pictures
No
one
drew.
People
like
the
moth,
Of
lace,
frames,
Duties
of
gossamer,
And
soft
names.
Almost
contented
I
could
be
Among
such
unique
Society.
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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo — B2 Inglés | Cuentana
Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo — B2 Inglés | Cuentana