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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 11, Poema 12
XII.
High
from
the
earth
I
heard
a
bird;
He
trod
upon
the
trees
As
he
esteemed
them
trifles,
And
then
he
spied
a
breeze,
And
situated
softly
Upon
a
pile
of
wind
Which
in
a
perturbation
Nature
had
left
behind.
A
joyous-going
fellow
I
gathered
from
his
talk,
Which
both
of
benediction
And
badinage
partook,
Without
apparent
burden,
I
learned,
in
leafy
wood
He
was
the
faithful
father
Of
a
dependent
brood;
And
this
untoward
transport
His
remedy
for
care,
—
A
contrast
to
our
respites.
How
different
we
are!
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