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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 5, Poema 50
L.
HUNGER.
I
had
been
hungry
all
the
years;
My
noon
had
come,
to
dine;
I,
trembling,
drew
the
table
near,
And
touched
the
curious
wine.
'T
was
this
on
tables
I
had
seen,
When
turning,
hungry,
lone,
I
looked
in
windows,
for
the
wealth
I
could
not
hope
to
own.
I
did
not
know
the
ample
bread,
'T
was
so
unlike
the
crumb
The
birds
and
I
had
often
shared
In
Nature's
dining-room.
The
plenty
hurt
me,
't
was
so
new,
—
Myself
felt
ill
and
odd,
As
berry
of
a
mountain
bush
Transplanted
to
the
road.
Nor
was
I
hungry;
so
I
found
That
hunger
was
a
way
Of
persons
outside
windows,
The
entering
takes
away.
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