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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 7, Poema 43
XLIII.
THE
JUGGLER
OF
DAY.
Shining
in
gold
and
fading
in
purple,
Leaping
like
leopards
to
the
sky,
Then
laying
her
spotted
face
At
the
horizon's
feet
to
die;
Bending
as
low
as
an
otter's
window,
Touching
the
roof
and
painting
the
barn,
Waving
her
bonnet
to
the
meadow,
—
And
the
juggler
of
day
is
gone!
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