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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 6, Poema 1
II.
LOVE.
I.
CHOICE.
Of
all
the
souls
that
stand
create
I
have
elected
one.
When
sense
from
spirit
files
away,
And
subterfuge
is
done;
When
that
which
is
and
that
which
was
Apart,
intrinsic,
stand,
And
this
brief
tragedy
of
flesh
Is
shifted
like
a
sand;
When
figures
show
their
royal
front
And
mists
are
carved
away,
—
Behold
the
atom
I
preferred
To
all
the
lists
of
clay!
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