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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 6, Poema 11
XI.
THE
LOVERS.
The
rose
danced
on
her
cheek,
Her
dress
moved
up
and
down,
Her
sweet
talk,
like
drunk
men,
Stumbled
softly.
Her
fingers
struggled
at
her
work,
—
Her
needle
wouldn't
go;
What
troubled
the
smart
little
maid
I
didn't
know,
Until
I
saw
a
cheek
With
another
rose;
Just
across,
another
talk
That
stumbled
too;
A
vest
that,
like
her
dress,
danced
To
the
endless
tune,
—
Until
those
two
little
clocks
Ticked
softly
as
one.
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