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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 1, Poema 8
VIII.
A
wounded
deer
leaps
highest,
I've
heard
the
hunter
tell;
'T
is
but
the
ecstasy
of
death,
And
then
the
brake
is
still.
The
smitten
rock
that
gushes,
The
trampled
steel
that
springs;
A
cheek
is
always
redder
Just
where
the
hectic
stings!
Mirth
is
the
mail
of
anguish,
In
which
it
cautions
arm,
Lest
anybody
spy
the
blood
And
"You're
hurt"
exclaim!
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