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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 12, Poema 45
XLV.
Before
the
ice
is
in
the
pools,
Before
the
skaters
go,
Or
any
cheek
at
nightfall
Is
tarnished
by
the
snow,
Before
the
fields
are
fully
harvested,
Before
the
Christmas
tree
is
lit,
Astonishment
upon
astonishment
Will
come
to
me.
What
we
barely
graze
the
edges
of
On
a
warm
summer's
day;
What
lies
just
a
bridge's
span
away;
That
which
sings
and
speaks
When
no
one
else
is
near,
—
Will
the
dress
I
cried
in
Respond
to
me
to
wear?
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