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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 11, Poema 12
XII.
High
from
the
ground
I
heard
a
bird;
He
walked
on
trees
As
if
they
were
small,
And
then
he
saw
a
breeze,
And
sat
softly
On
a
gust
of
wind
Which
Nature
left
behind.
A
happy
fellow
I
learned
from
his
talk,
Which
was
both
good
and
fun,
Without
any
burden,
I
learned,
in
the
wood
He
was
the
father
Of
a
little
brood;
And
this
wild
ride
Was
his
way
to
care,
—
Unlike
our
breaks.
How
different
we
are!
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