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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 7, Poema 20
XX.
OLD-FASHIONED.
Arcturus
is
his
other
name,
—
I'd
rather
call
him
star!
It's
so
unkind
of
science
To
go
and
interfere!
I
pick
a
flower
from
the
woods,
—
A
man
with
a
glass
Counts
the
stamens
quickly,
And
puts
her
in
a
class.
Whereas
I
caught
the
butterfly
Before
in
my
hat,
He
sits
straight
in
cabinets,
The
clover-bells
forgot.
What
once
was
heaven,
is
top
now.
Where
I
planned
to
go
When
time's
short
game
was
done,
Is
mapped,
and
charted
too!
What
if
the
poles
should
dance
And
stand
on
their
heads!
I
hope
I'm
ready
for
the
worst,
Whatever
happens!
Maybe
the
kingdom
of
Heaven's
changed!
I
hope
the
children
there
Won't
be
new-fashioned
when
I
come,
And
laugh
at
me,
and
stare!
I
hope
the
father
in
the
skies
Will
lift
his
little
girl,
—
Old-fashioned,
naughty,
everything,
—
Over
the
pearl
gate!
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