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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 12, Poema 57
LVII.
SLEEPING.
A
long,
long
sleep,
a
renowned
sleep
That
makes
no
show
for
dawn
By
the
stretch
of
limb
or
stir
of
lid,
—
An
independent
one.
Was
ever
idleness
like
this?
Within
a
stone
hut
To
bask
the
centuries
away
Nor
once
look
up
for
noon?
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