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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 8, Poema 8
VIII.
I
have
not
told
my
garden
yet,
Lest
that
should
conquer
me;
I
have
not
quite
the
strength
now
To
break
it
to
the
bee.
I
will
not
name
it
in
the
street,
For
shops
would
stare,
that
I,
So
shy,
so
very
ignorant,
Should
have
the
face
to
die.
The
hillsides
must
not
know
it,
Where
I
have
rambled
so,
Nor
tell
the
loving
forests
The
day
that
I
shall
go,
Nor
lisp
it
at
the
table,
Nor
heedless
by
the
way
Hint
that
within
the
riddle
One
will
walk
to-day!
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