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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 8, Poema 13
XIII.
MEMORIALS.
Death
sets
a
thing
significant
The
eye
had
hurried
by,
Except
a
perished
creature
Entreat
us
tenderly
To
ponder
little
workmanships
In
crayon
or
in
wool,
With
"This
was
last
her
fingers
did,"
Industrious
until
The
thimble
weighed
too
heavy,
The
stitches
stopped
themselves,
And
then
't
was
put
among
the
dust
Upon
the
closet
shelves.
A
book
I
have,
a
friend
gave,
Whose
pencil,
here
and
there,
Had
notched
the
place
that
pleased
him,
—
At
rest
his
fingers
are.
Now,
when
I
read,
I
read
not,
For
interrupting
tears
Obliterate
the
etchings
Too
costly
for
repairs.
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