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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 6, Poema 24
XXIV.
THE
SNAKE.
A
long
fellow
in
the
grass
Sometimes
moves;
You
may
have
met
him,
—
His
notice
is
quick.
The
grass
opens
like
a
comb,
A
spotted
line
is
seen;
And
then
it
closes
at
your
feet
And
opens
far.
He
likes
a
wet
place,
A
floor
too
cool
for
corn.
Yet
when
a
child,
and
barefoot,
I
see
him
in
the
morn,
I
see
something
in
the
sun,
It
looks
like
a
whip.
I
try
to
pick
it
up,
But
it
is
not
there.
I
know
many
plants,
And
they
know
me.
I
feel
happy
with
them,
Like
they
are
friends.
But
I
never
see
this
one,
With
friends
or
alone.
It
makes
me
breathe
fast,
And
feel
very
cold.
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