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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 12, Poema 41
XLI.
I
breathed
enough
to
learn
the
trick,
And
now,
removed
from
air,
I
simulate
the
breath
so
well,
That
one,
to
be
quite
sure
The
lungs
are
stirless,
must
descend
Among
the
cunning
cells,
And
touch
the
pantomime
himself.
How
cool
the
bellows
feels!
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