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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 3, Poema 15
XV.
THE
BEE.
Like
trains
on
tracks
of
plush
I
hear
the
bee
hum:
A
vibration
through
the
flowers
Their
velvet
walls
overcome
Until
the
sweet
attack
Consumes
their
defense,
While
he,
victorious,
moves
on
To
conquer
other
scents.
His
feet
are
gauze-shod,
His
helmet
is
gold;
His
chest,
a
single
gem
With
green
stone,
bold.
His
work
is
a
song,
His
rest
a
tune;
Oh,
for
a
bee's
life
Of
clovers
and
noon!
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