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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 10, Poema 14
XXI.
THE
MOON.
The
moon
is
like
gold
In
the
night
sky,
And
now
she
shows
her
face
To
the
world
below.
Her
forehead
is
bright;
Her
cheeks
like
a
stone;
Her
eyes
look
like
dew
In
the
summer.
Her
lips
do
not
move;
But
she
could
smile
At
her
friend
If
she
wants
to!
It
is
nice
to
be
A
star
far
away!
Maybe
she
will
come
Near
your
shining
door.
Her
hat
is
the
sky,
The
universe
her
shoe,
The
stars
are
her
belt,
Her
dress
is
blue.
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