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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 6, Poema 32
Birds
stay
in
their
nests
Cows
run
to
the
barns
One
big
rain
drop
falls
Then,
like
big
hands
The
sky
opens
with
water
But
my
father's
house
is
safe
A
tree
is
hit
Flowers
in
the
wind
Flowers
move
in
the
wind.
Bees
come
and
go.
They
drink
and
fly
away.
Butterflies
stop
here.
I
pick
flowers
softly.
I
give
them
to
you!
The
sun
sets
in
the
sky
Purple
ships
move
slowly
On
yellow
seas
they
go
Sailors
talk
and
laugh
Then
the
dock
is
quiet
She
sweeps
with
bright
brooms,
And
leaves
bits
behind;
Oh,
housewife
in
the
west,
Come
back
and
clean
the
pond!
You
drop
purple
thread
in,
You
drop
amber
thread
too;
Now
the
East
is
full
With
green
bits
from
you!
She
still
uses
her
brooms,
And
aprons
fly
high,
Till
brooms
turn
into
stars
—
And
then
I
go
away.
The
red
lights
are
bright
at
the
tree
bases.
They
look
like
a
show
for
all
to
see.
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