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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 7, Poema 7
VII.
THE
BUTTERFLY'S
DAY.
From
cocoon
emerged
a
butterfly
As
a
lady
from
her
door
Appeared
—
a
summer
afternoon
—
Wandering
everywhere,
Without
any
plan,
that
I
could
see,
Except
to
roam
abroad
On
random
ventures
The
clovers
understood.
Her
lovely
parasol
was
seen
Contracting
in
a
field
Where
men
made
hay,
then
struggling
hard
With
a
resisting
cloud,
Where
companions,
as
phantom
as
herself,
Seemed
to
go
nowhere
In
aimless
circles,
As
if
a
tropical
show.
And
despite
the
bee
that
toiled,
And
flower
that
fervently
bloomed,
This
audience
of
idleness
Ignored
them,
from
the
sky,
Until
sunset
crept,
a
steady
tide,
And
men
who
made
the
hay,
And
afternoon,
and
butterfly,
Vanished
in
its
sea.
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