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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 10, Poema 8
XI.
A
ROSE.
A
petal,
leaf,
and
thorn
On
a
sunny
summer
day,
A
drop
of
water,
a
bee,
A
breeze
Moves
in
the
trees,
—
And
I
am
a
rose!
I
hear
a
bird
up
high.
He
walks
on
the
trees.
He
thinks
they
are
small,
Then
he
sees
the
breeze.
He
sits
on
the
wind.
Nature
leaves
it
there.
He
is
happy
and
light.
He
has
no
big
care.
He
talks
with
joy.
He
is
a
father
bird.
He
has
baby
birds.
He
is
not
sad.
He
flies
to
feel
good.
He
is
not
like
us.
We
rest
in
other
ways.
We
are
not
the
same.
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