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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 7, Poema 25
XXV.
THE
MUSHROOM.
The
mushroom
is
like
a
magic
elf,
Not
there
at
night,
But
in
the
morning,
it
appears
In
a
small,
hidden
spot.
It
looks
like
it
stays
forever,
But
its
life
is
short,
Shorter
than
a
snake's
pause,
And
quicker
than
a
weed.
It
tricks
like
a
juggler,
A
secret
surprise;
It
comes
and
goes
like
bubbles,
Fast
and
out
of
sight.
I
think
the
grass
feels
happy
To
see
it
come
and
go;
A
sneaky
child
of
summer,
Quiet
and
careful
too.
If
nature
had
an
outcast
face,
Could
she
reject
a
son?
If
nature
had
a
traitor,
That
mushroom,
—
it
is
one.
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