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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 6, Poema 5
V.
THE
LETTER.
"Going
to
him!
Happy
letter!
Tell
him
—
Tell
him
the
page
I
didn't
write;
Tell
him
I
only
said
the
syntax,
And
left
the
verb
and
the
pronoun
out.
Tell
him
just
how
the
fingers
hurried,
Then
how
they
waded,
slow,
slow,
slow;
And
then
you
wished
you
had
eyes
in
your
pages,
So
you
could
see
what
moved
them
so.
"Tell
him
it
wasn't
a
practised
writer,
You
guessed,
from
the
way
the
sentence
toiled;
You
could
hear
the
bodice
tug,
behind
you,
As
if
it
held
but
the
might
of
a
child;
You
almost
pitied
it,
you,
it
worked
so.
Tell
him
—
No,
you
may
quibble
there,
For
it
would
split
his
heart
to
know
it,
And
then
you
and
I
were
silenter.
"Tell
him
night
finished
before
we
finished,
And
the
old
clock
kept
neighing
'day!'
And
you
got
sleepy
and
begged
to
be
ended
—
What
could
it
hinder
so,
to
say?
Tell
him
just
how
she
sealed
you,
cautious,
But
if
he
ask
where
you
are
hid
Until
to-morrow,
—
happy
letter!
Gesture,
coquette,
and
shake
your
head!"
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