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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 7, Poema 11
XI.
MY
ROSE.
Tiny
angels
lost
their
way,
Velvet
people
from
Vevay,
Belles
from
a
past
summer
day,
Bees'
special
friends.
Paris
could
not
make
the
fold
With
emerald
belt;
Venice
could
not
show
a
cheek
So
shiny
and
soft.
Never
such
a
hiding
place
As
of
thorn
and
leaf
for
My
little
rose.
I
would
rather
have
her
grace
Than
a
lord's
fine
face;
I
would
rather
live
like
her
Than
be
Duke
of
Exeter
Royalty
enough
for
me
To
tame
the
bumble-bee!
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