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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 11, Poema 23
XXIII.
THE
BALLOON.
You've
seen
balloons
set,
haven't
you?
So
grand
they
go
up
It's
like
swans
leaving
you
For
bright
jobs.
Their
feet
go
softly
out
On
a
sea
of
gold;
They
push
the
air
as
if
too
low
For
such
known
creatures.
Their
ribbons
just
out
of
sight,
They
struggle
for
air,
And
still
the
crowd
cheers
below;
They
do
not
want
to
see
death.
The
shining
creature
spins
and
spins,
Falls
wildly
in
a
tree,
Breaks
open
her
bright
veins
And
falls
in
the
sea.
The
crowd
leaves
with
a
word
The
dust
in
streets
goes
down,
And
clerks
in
offices
say,
'T
was
only
a
balloon.
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