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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 12, Poema 29
XXIX.
TRYING
TO
FORGET.
Bereaved
of
all,
I
went
abroad,
No
less
bereaved
to
be
Upon
a
new
peninsula,
—
The
grave
preceded
me,
Obtained
my
lodgings
ere
myself,
And
when
I
sought
my
bed,
The
grave
it
was,
reposed
upon
The
pillow
for
my
head.
I
waked,
to
find
it
first
awake,
I
rose,
—
it
followed
me;
I
tried
to
drop
it
in
the
crowd,
To
lose
it
in
the
sea,
In
cups
of
artificial
drowse
To
sleep
its
shape
away,
—
The
grave
was
finished,
but
the
spade
Remained
in
memory.
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