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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 11, Poema 19
XIX.
A
SNAKE.
Sweet
is
the
swamp
with
its
secrets,
Until
we
meet
a
snake;
Then
we
long
for
houses,
And
quickly
run
away
At
that
thrilling
speed
That
only
children
know.
A
snake
is
summer's
treason,
And
deceit
is
where
it
goes.
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