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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 8, Poema 2
II.
Going
to
heaven!
I
don't
know
when,
Pray
do
not
ask
me
how,
—
Indeed,
I
'm
too
astonished
To
think
of
answering
you!
Going
to
heaven!
—
How
dim
it
sounds!
And
yet
it
will
be
done
As
sure
as
flocks
go
home
at
night
Unto
the
shepherd's
arm!
Perhaps
you
're
going
too!
Who
knows?
If
you
should
get
there
first,
Save
just
a
little
place
for
me
Close
to
the
two
I
lost!
The
smallest
"robe"
will
fit
me,
And
just
a
bit
of
"crown;"
For
you
know
we
do
not
mind
our
dress
When
we
are
going
home.
I
'm
glad
I
don't
believe
it,
For
it
would
stop
my
breath,
And
I
'd
like
to
look
a
little
more
At
such
a
curious
earth!
I
am
glad
they
did
believe
it
Whom
I
have
never
found
Since
the
mighty
autumn
afternoon
I
left
them
in
the
ground.
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