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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 5, Poema 27
XXVII.
ENOUGH.
God
gave
a
loaf
to
every
bird,
But
just
a
crumb
to
me;
I
dare
not
eat
it,
though
I
starve,
—
My
poignant
luxury
To
own
it,
touch
it,
prove
the
feat
That
made
the
pellet
mine,
—
Too
happy
in
my
sparrow
chance
For
ampler
coveting.
It
might
be
famine
all
around,
I
could
not
miss
an
ear,
Such
plenty
smiles
upon
my
board,
My
garner
shows
so
fair.
I
wonder
how
the
rich
may
feel,
—
An
Indiaman
—
an
Earl?
I
deem
that
I
with
but
a
crumb
Am
sovereign
of
them
all.
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