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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 1, Poema 20
XX.
I
taste
a
liquor
never
brewed,
From
tankards
scooped
in
pearl;
Not
all
the
vats
along
the
Rhine
Yield
such
an
alcohol!
Inebriated
with
air
am
I,
And
intoxicated
by
dew,
Reeling,
through
endless
summer
days,
From
inns
of
molten
blue.
When
landlords
turn
the
drunken
bee
Out
of
the
foxglove's
door,
When
butterflies
renounce
their
drinks,
I
shall
only
drink
more!
Till
angels
swing
their
snowy
hats,
And
saints
to
windows
run,
To
see
the
little
tippler
Leaning
against
the
sun!
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