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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 10, Poema 12
XII.
THE
MASTER.
He
fumbles
at
your
spirit
As
musicians
at
the
keys
Before
they
release
full
music;
He
stuns
you
by
degrees,
Prepares
your
fragile
substance
For
the
ethereal
blow,
By
gentler
hammers,
further
heard,
Then
nearer,
then
so
slow
Your
breath
has
time
to
straighten,
Your
mind
to
bubble
cool,
—
Delivers
one
imperial
thunderbolt
That
scalps
your
naked
soul.
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