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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 3, Poema 14
XIV.
PURPLE
CLOVER.
There
is
a
flower
bees
like,
And
butterflies
want;
To
reach
the
purple
bloom
Humming-birds
try.
And
any
insect
that
passes,
Takes
honey
away
According
to
his
need
And
her
size.
Her
face
is
rounder
than
the
moon,
And
redder
than
the
dress
Of
orchids
in
the
field,
Or
rhododendron
worn.
She
does
not
wait
for
June;
Before
the
world
is
green
Her
strong
little
face
Is
seen
in
the
wind,
Fighting
with
the
grass,
Her
close
family,
For
a
spot
in
the
sun,
Sweet
rivals
for
life.
And
when
the
hills
are
full,
And
new
styles
come,
She
does
not
lose
a
single
spice
For
jealousy.
Her
audience
is
the
noon,
Her
care
is
the
sun,
Her
progress
by
the
bee
told
In
steady,
strong
tune.
The
bravest
of
the
group,
Giving
up
last,
Not
even
knowing
defeat
When
frost
comes.
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