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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 4, Poema 20
XX.
The
last
night
that
she
lived,
It
was
a
common
night,
Except
the
dying;
this
to
us
Made
nature
different.
We
noticed
smallest
things,
—
Things
overlooked
before,
By
this
great
light
upon
our
minds
Italicized,
as
't
were.
That
others
could
exist
While
she
must
finish
quite,
A
jealousy
for
her
arose
So
nearly
infinite.
We
waited
while
she
passed;
It
was
a
narrow
time,
Too
jostled
were
our
souls
to
speak,
At
length
the
notice
came.
She
mentioned,
and
forgot;
Then
lightly
as
a
reed
Bent
to
the
water,
shivered
scarce,
Consented,
and
was
dead.
And
we,
we
placed
the
hair,
And
drew
the
head
erect;
And
then
an
awful
leisure
was,
Our
faith
to
regulate.
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