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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 5, Poema 53
LIII.
RETURNING.
I
years
had
been
from
home,
And
now,
before
the
door,
I
dared
not
open,
lest
a
face
I
never
saw
before
Stare
vacant
into
mine
And
ask
my
business
there.
My
business,
—
just
a
life
I
left,
Was
such
still
dwelling
there?
I
fumbled
at
my
nerve,
I
scanned
the
windows
near;
The
silence
like
an
ocean
rolled,
And
broke
against
my
ear.
I
laughed
a
wooden
laugh
That
I
could
fear
a
door,
Who
danger
and
the
dead
had
faced,
But
never
quaked
before.
I
fitted
to
the
latch
My
hand,
with
trembling
care,
Lest
back
the
awful
door
should
spring,
And
leave
me
standing
there.
I
moved
my
fingers
off
As
cautiously
as
glass,
And
held
my
ears,
and
like
a
thief
Fled
gasping
from
the
house.
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