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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 8, Poema 24
XXIV.
GOING.
On
such
a
night,
or
such
a
night,
Would
anybody
care
If
such
a
little
figure
Slipped
quiet
from
its
chair,
So
quiet,
oh,
how
quiet!
That
nobody
might
know
But
that
the
little
figure
Rocked
softer,
to
and
fro?
On
such
a
dawn,
or
such
a
dawn,
Would
anybody
sigh
That
such
a
little
figure
Too
sound
asleep
did
lie
For
chanticleer
to
wake
it,
—
Or
stirring
house
below,
Or
giddy
bird
in
orchard,
Or
early
task
to
do?
There
was
a
little
figure
plump
For
every
little
knoll,
Busy
needles,
and
spools
of
thread,
And
trudging
feet
from
school.
Playmates,
and
holidays,
and
nuts,
And
visions
vast
and
small.
Strange
that
the
feet
so
precious
charged
Should
reach
so
small
a
goal!
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