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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 8, Poema 2
II.
Going
to
heaven!
I’m
not
sure
when,
Please
don’t
ask
me
how
—
I’m
too
astonished
To
think
of
answering
you!
Going
to
heaven!
—
How
vague
it
seems!
Yet
it
will
happen
As
surely
as
flocks
find
their
way
To
the
shepherd’s
embrace!
Perhaps
you’re
going
too!
Who
can
say?
If
you
arrive
first,
Save
a
little
place
for
me
Near
the
two
I
lost!
The
smallest
robe
will
suit
me,
And
just
a
hint
of
crown;
For
we
don’t
fuss
about
attire
When
we’re
going
home.
I’m
glad
I
don’t
believe
it,
For
it
would
steal
my
breath,
And
I’d
like
to
linger
a
while
On
this
curious
earth!
I
am
glad
they
believed
it
Those
I
have
never
found
Since
that
mighty
autumn
afternoon
I
left
them
underground.
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