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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 6, Poema 11
XI.
THE
LOVERS.
The
rose
danced
on
her
cheek,
Her
bodice
rose
and
fell,
Her
sweet
words,
like
tipsy
men,
Staggered
gently
as
well.
Her
fingers
fumbled
at
her
task,
—
Her
needle
wouldn't
go;
What
troubled
such
a
smart
young
maid
Was
a
puzzle
to
know,
Until
across
I
saw
a
cheek
That
bore
another
rose;
Just
across,
another
voice
That
like
the
tipsy
goes;
A
vest
that,
like
the
bodice,
danced
To
the
eternal
tune,
—
Until
those
two
little
clocks
Ticked
softly
into
one.
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