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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 12, Poema 28
XXVIII.
I
wish
I
knew
that
woman's
name,
So,
when
she
comes
this
way,
To
hold
my
life,
and
hold
my
ears,
For
fear
I
hear
her
say
She's
'sorry
I
am
dead,'
again,
Just
when
the
grave
and
I
Have
sobbed
ourselves
almost
to
sleep,
—
Our
only
lullaby.
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