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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 5, Poema 3
III.
The
closest
dream
slips
away.
The
heaven
we
chase
Like
a
June
bee
Before
the
schoolboy
Invites
the
race;
Stoops
to
a
simple
clover—
Dips,
evades,
teases,
moves;
Then
to
the
high
clouds
Lifts
his
light
boat
Ignoring
the
boy
Staring
at
the
teasing
sky.
Homesick
for
steady
honey,
Ah!
the
bee
does
not
fly
That
makes
that
rare
kind.
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