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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 6, Poema 3
III.
Your
wealth
taught
me
poverty.
I,
once
a
millionaire
In
modest
riches,
as
girls
might
boast,
—
Until
as
vast
as
Buenos
Aires,
You
shifted
your
domains
To
a
different
Peru;
And
I
valued
all
poverty,
For
life's
estate
with
you.
Of
mines,
I
know
little,
myself,
But
just
the
names
of
gems,
—
The
colors
of
the
common
ones;
And
scarcely
of
diadems
So
much
that,
if
I
met
the
queen,
Her
glory
I
would
know:
Yet
this
must
be
a
different
wealth,
To
miss
it
leaves
one
so
poor.
I'm
certain
it's
India
all
day
To
those
who
gaze
upon
you
Without
restraint,
without
blame,
—
Might
I
but
be
the
Jew!
I'm
sure
it
is
Golconda,
Beyond
my
power
to
imagine,
—
To
have
a
smile
for
mine
each
day,
How
much
better
than
a
gem!
At
least,
it
comforts
to
know
That
such
gold
exists,
Though
I
learn
just
in
time
Its
distance
to
behold!
It's
a
far,
far
treasure
to
surmise,
And
estimate
the
pearl
That
slipped
through
my
simple
fingers
While
just
a
girl
at
school!
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