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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 6, Poema 6
VI.
The
way
I
read
a
letter
's
this:
'T
is
first
I
lock
the
door,
And
push
it
with
my
fingers
next,
For
transport
it
be
sure.
And
then
I
go
the
furthest
off
To
counteract
a
knock;
Then
draw
my
little
letter
forth
And
softly
pick
its
lock.
Then,
glancing
narrow
at
the
wall,
And
narrow
at
the
floor,
For
firm
conviction
of
a
mouse
Not
exorcised
before,
Peruse
how
infinite
I
am
To
—
no
one
that
you
know!
And
sigh
for
lack
of
heaven,
—
but
not
The
heaven
the
creeds
bestow.
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