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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 3, Poema 9
IX.
THE
GRASS.
The
grass
has
little
to
do,
—
A
simple
green
sphere,
With
butterflies
to
watch,
And
bees
to
hear,
And
move
to
the
tunes
The
breezes
bring
along,
And
hold
the
sunshine
close
And
bow
to
everything;
And
thread
the
dew
at
night,
like
pearls,
And
make
itself
so
fine,
—
A
duchess
wouldn't
notice
Something
so
divine.
Even
when
it
dies,
it
leaves
A
scent
so
sweet,
Like
spices
gone
to
sleep,
Or
pine's
retreat.
Then
to
rest
in
barns,
Dreaming
the
days
away,
—
The
grass
has
so
little
to
do,
I
wish
I
were
hay!
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