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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 11, Poema 23
XXIII.
THE
BALLOON.
You've
seen
balloons
set,
haven't
you?
So
grand
they
rise
It
is
as
if
swans
left
you
For
duties
of
diamond.
Their
liquid
feet
glide
out
Upon
a
sea
of
gold;
They
scorn
the
air
as
if
too
low
For
creatures
so
renowned.
Their
ribbons
just
beyond
sight,
They
struggle
some
for
breath,
And
yet
the
crowd
cheers
below;
They
would
not
encore
death.
The
golden
creature
strains
and
spins,
Trips
frantic
in
a
tree,
Tears
open
her
imperial
veins
And
falls
into
the
sea.
The
crowd
leaves
with
a
curse
The
dust
in
streets
settles,
And
clerks
in
offices
note,
'T
was
only
a
balloon.
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