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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 12, Poema 27
XXVII.
INVISIBLE.
From
us
she
wandered
now
a
year,
Her
whereabouts
unknown;
If
wilderness
prevents
her
feet,
Or
that
ethereal
zone
No
eye
has
seen
and
lived,
We
must
remain
ignorant.
We
only
know
what
time
of
year
We
embraced
the
mystery.
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