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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 3, Poema 8
VIII.
SUMMER'S
ARMIES.
A
rainbow
from
the
fair
approaches!
A
vision
of
the
world
Cashmere
I
confidently
perceive!
Or
perhaps
a
peacock's
purple
train,
Feather
by
feather,
on
the
plain
Dissipates
itself
away!
The
dreamy
butterflies
awaken,
Lethargic
pools
resume
the
hum
Of
last
year's
forgotten
tune.
From
some
ancient
fortress
in
the
sun
Baronial
bees
march,
one
by
one,
In
murmuring
platoons!
The
robins
gather
as
thick
today
As
snowflakes
stood
yesterday,
On
fence,
roof,
and
twig.
The
orchis
dons
her
feathered
hat
For
her
old
lover,
Don
the
Sun,
Returning
to
the
bog!
Without
a
leader,
countless
still,
The
regiment
of
wood
and
hill
In
bright
detachment
stands.
Behold!
Whose
multitudes
are
these?
The
children
of
whose
turbaned
seas,
Or
what
Circassian
land?
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