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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 10, Poema 4
IV.
SATISFIED.
One
blessing
had
I,
than
the
rest
So
larger
to
my
eyes
That
I
stopped
gauging,
satisfied,
For
this
enchanted
size.
It
was
the
limit
of
my
dream,
The
focus
of
my
prayer,
—
A
perfect,
paralyzing
bliss
Contented
as
despair.
I
knew
no
more
of
want
or
cold,
Phantasms
both
become,
For
this
new
value
in
the
soul,
Supremest
earthly
sum.
The
heaven
below
the
heaven
above
Obscured
with
ruddier
hue.
Life's
latitude
leant
over-full;
The
judgment
perished,
too.
Why
joys
so
scantily
disburse,
Why
Paradise
defer,
Why
floods
are
served
to
us
in
bowls,
—
I
speculate
no
more.
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