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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 3, Poema 8
VIII.
SUMMER'S
ARMIES.
A
rainbow
from
the
fair!
A
vision
of
Cashmere
I
surely
see!
Or
a
peacock's
purple
train,
Feather
by
feather,
on
the
plain
Fades
away!
The
sleepy
butterflies
wake,
Still
pools
hum
last
year's
tune.
From
the
sun's
fortress,
Bees
march,
one
by
one,
In
humming
platoon!
Robins
are
as
thick
today
As
snowflakes
were
yesterday,
On
fence
and
roof
and
twig.
The
flower
ties
her
feather
on
For
the
sun,
her
old
friend,
Returning
to
the
bog!
Without
a
leader,
countless
still,
The
army
of
wood
and
hill
In
bright
groups
stand.
Whose
crowds
are
these?
Children
of
what
distant
land?
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