It Did Not Surprise Me, por Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

It Did Not Surprise Me

It did not surprise me—

So I said—or thought—

She will stir her pinions

And the nest forgot,

Traverse broader forests—

Build in gayer boughs,

Breathe in Ear more modern

God’s old fashioned vows—

This was but a Birdling—

What and if it be

One within my bosom

Had departed me?

This was but a story—

What and if indeed

There were just such coffin

In the heart instead?

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