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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 11, Poema 10
X.
To
my
keen
ear
the
leaves
conversed;
The
bushes
they
were
bells;
I
could
not
find
solitude
From
Nature's
sentinels.
In
a
cave
if
I
dared
to
hide,
The
walls
began
to
speak;
Creation
seemed
a
grand
fracture
To
reveal
my
presence.
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