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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 11, Poema 6
VI.
MARCH.
We
like
March,
his
shoes
are
purple,
He
is
fresh
and
high;
He
makes
mud
for
dogs
and
peddlers,
Dries
the
forest
ground;
Knows
the
adder's
tongue
is
coming,
And
marks
her
spot.
The
sun
stands
close
and
mighty
And
our
minds
grow
hot.
News
he
brings
of
all
others;
Bold
it
would
be
to
die
With
bluebirds
flying
In
his
British
sky.
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