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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 8, Poema 2
II.
Going
to
heaven!
I
don't
know
when,
Please
don't
ask
me
how,
—
I'm
too
surprised
To
think
of
telling
you!
Going
to
heaven!
—
How
faint
it
sounds!
Yet
it
will
happen
As
surely
as
flocks
return
To
the
shepherd's
arms
at
dusk!
Maybe
you're
going
too!
Who
knows?
If
you
arrive
first,
Save
a
small
place
for
me
Near
the
two
I
lost!
The
smallest
"robe"
will
fit
me,
And
just
a
bit
of
"crown;"
For
you
know
we
don't
care
About
our
clothes
when
going
home.
I'm
glad
I
don't
believe
it,
For
it
would
stop
my
breath,
And
I'd
like
to
look
more
At
this
curious
earth!
I'm
glad
they
believed
it
Whom
I've
never
found
Since
the
mighty
autumn
afternoon
I
left
them
in
the
ground.
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