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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
elevated;
He
creates
mud
for
dogs
and
peddlers,
And
dries
the
forest;
He
heralds
the
adder's
tongue,
And
marks
her
spot.
The
sun
stands
so
near
and
powerful
That
our
minds
are
stirred.
He
brings
news
of
all
others;
Bold
it
would
be
to
perish
With
the
bluebirds
adventuring
In
his
British
sky.
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