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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 9, Poema 24
XXII.
Upon
the
gallows
hung
a
wretch,
Too
sullied
for
the
hell
To
which
the
law
entitled
him.
As
nature's
curtain
fell
The
one
who
bore
him
tottered
in,
For
this
was
woman's
son.
''T
was
all
I
had,'
she
stricken
gasped;
Oh,
what
a
livid
boon!
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