Poemas a la muerte
Poemas a la muerte Death sets a Thing significant
The Eye had hurried by
Except a perished Creature
Entreat us tenderly
To ponder little Workmanships
In Crayon, or in Wool,
With «This was last Her fingers did» —
Industrious until —
The Thimble weighed too heavy —
The stitches stopped — by themselves —
And then ‘twas put among the Dust
Upon the Closet shelves —
A Book I have — a friend gave —
Whose Pencil — here and there —
Had notched the place that pleased Him —
At Rest – His fingers are —
Now — when I read – I read not —
For interrupting Tears —
Obliterate the Etchings
To o Costly for Repairs.
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