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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 9, Poema 55
LIV.
THANKSGIVING
DAY.
One
day
in
the
year
Called
Thanksgiving
day,
Celebrated
partly
at
the
table,
Partly
in
memory.
Neither
elder
nor
cat,
I
analyze
the
event;
Seems,
to
my
hidden
mind,
A
reflective
holiday.
Had
there
been
no
sharp
loss
From
the
early
total,
Not
an
acre
or
a
title
Where
once
stood
a
room,
Not
a
mention,
whose
small
stone
Wrinkled
any
bay,
—
To
such,
if
such
gathered,
'T
were
Thanksgiving
day.
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