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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 7, Poema 28
XXVIII.
I
know
a
place
where
summer
strives
With
such
a
practised
frost,
She
each
year
leads
her
daisies
back,
Recording
briefly,
"Lost."
But
when
the
south
wind
stirs
the
pools
And
struggles
in
the
lanes,
Her
heart
misgives
her
for
her
vow,
And
she
pours
soft
refrains
Into
the
lap
of
adamant,
And
spices,
and
the
dew,
That
stiffens
quietly
to
quartz,
Upon
her
amber
shoe.
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