I. THE GHOST IS I
My soul is a princess in her tower closed
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gazing on life through five little windows.
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She is a mournful goddess prisoned by the body.
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And your soul, which flew before you died,
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is a brilliant wing, thoroughly freed...
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You are not the ghost; the ghost is I!
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What do I understand of things! To me, things offer
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not what they truly are, but how they appear
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to the five senses with which God holds at bay
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my bulky sensorium, my tenuous perceiving.
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You know all today... I, rather, know nothing!
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You are not the ghost; the ghost is I!
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Análisis métrico
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Versos
10.8
Media silábica
129
Sílabas totales