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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 2, Poema 15
XV.
THE
BEE.
Like
trains
on
tracks
I
hear
the
bee:
A
sound
across
the
flowers
goes,
Their
soft
homes
Stay
until
the
sweet
touch
Their
strength
takes,
While
he,
winning,
moves
away
To
win
other
blooms.
His
feet
are
soft,
His
head
is
gold;
His
chest,
a
single
stone
With
green,
inlaid.
His
work
is
a
song,
His
rest
a
tune;
Oh,
for
a
bee's
time
With
clovers
and
noon!
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