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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 7, Poema 46
XLVI.
It
can't
be
summer,
—
that
got
through;
It
's
early
yet
for
spring;
There
's
that
long
town
of
white
to
cross
Before
the
blackbirds
sing.
It
can't
be
dying,
—
it's
too
rouge,
—
The
dead
shall
go
in
white.
So
sunset
shuts
my
question
down
With
clasps
of
chrysolite.
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