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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 8, Poema 12
XII.
As
by
the
dead
we
love
to
sit,
Become
so
wondrous
dear,
As
for
the
lost
we
grapple,
Though
all
the
rest
are
here,
—
In
broken
mathematics
We
estimate
our
prize,
Vast,
in
its
fading
ratio,
To
our
penurious
eyes!
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