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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.