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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 3, Poema 8
VIII.
SUMMER'S
ARMIES.
A
rainbow
from
the
fair!
A
vision
of
the
world
Cashmere
I
clearly
see!
Or
a
peacock's
purple
train,
Feather
by
feather,
on
the
plain
Scatters
away!
The
dreamy
butterflies
stir,
Still
pools
resume
the
hum
Of
last
year's
broken
tune.
From
the
sun's
old
fortress
Bees
march,
one
by
one,
In
murmuring
platoons!
Robins
gather
thick
today
Like
snowflakes
yesterday,
On
fences,
roofs,
and
twigs.
The
orchid
wears
her
feather
For
her
old
lover,
Don
the
Sun,
Visiting
the
bog!
Without
leader,
countless,
still,
The
troops
of
wood
and
hill
In
bright
detachments
stand.
Behold!
Whose
multitudes
are
these?
The
children
of
what
distant
seas,
Or
what
mysterious
land?
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