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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
upon
the
Rhine
Yield
such
an
alcohol!
Inebriate
of
air
am
I,
And
debauchee
of
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
drams,
I
shall
but
drink
the
more!
Till
seraphs
swing
their
snowy
hats,
And
saints
to
windows
run,
To
see
the
little
tippler
Leaning
against
the
sun!
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