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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 8, Poema 10
X.
The
only
ghost
I
ever
saw
Was
dressed
in
mechlin,
—
so;
He
wore
no
sandal
on
his
foot,
And
stepped
like
flakes
of
snow.
His
gait
was
soundless,
like
the
bird,
But
rapid,
like
the
roe;
His
fashions
quaint,
mosaic,
Or,
haply,
mistletoe.
His
conversation
seldom,
His
laughter
like
the
breeze
That
dies
away
in
dimples
Among
the
pensive
trees.
Our
interview
was
transient,—
Of
me,
himself
was
shy;
And
God
forbid
I
look
behind
Since
that
appalling
day!
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