I was the slightest in the House –
I took
the smallest Room –
At night,
my little Lamp, and Book –
And one
Geranium –
So
stationed I could catch the Mint
That
never ceased to fall –
And just
my Basket –
Let me
think – I’m sure –
That this
was all –
I never
spoke – unless addressed –
And then,
‘twas brief and low –
I could
not bear to live – aloud –
The
Racket shamed me so –
And if it
had not been so far –
And any
one I knew
Were
going – I had often thought
How
noteless – I could die –
Emily
Dickinson
Ilustracción: Kike de la Rubia.
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