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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 7, Poema 30
XXXIII.
SIMPLICITY.
How
happy
is
the
little
stone
That
rolls
on
the
road
alone,
And
doesn't
worry
about
jobs,
And
never
feels
any
fear;
Its
coat
is
simple
and
brown
Made
by
the
world
around;
And
like
the
sun,
it
is
free,
Shining
alone
or
with
others,
Living
its
simple
life
In
easy
simplicity.
The
storm
came.
It
sounded
like
the
streets
were
moving,
Then
the
streets
stopped.
We
saw
darkness
at
the
window,
And
we
felt
amazed.
Soon,
the
bravest
person
went
outside,
To
see
if
time
was
there.
Nature
wore
her
green
apron,
And
mixed
fresh
air.
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