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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 11, Poema 23
XXIII.
THE
BALLOON.
You've
seen
balloons
set,
haven't
you?
So
stately
they
ascend
It
is
as
swans
discarded
you
For
duties
diamond.
Their
liquid
feet
go
softly
out
Upon
a
sea
of
blond;
They
spurn
the
air
as
't
were
too
mean
For
creatures
so
renowned.
Their
ribbons
just
beyond
the
eye,
They
struggle
some
for
breath,
And
yet
the
crowd
applauds
below;
They
would
not
encore
death.
The
gilded
creature
strains
and
spins,
Trips
frantic
in
a
tree,
Tears
open
her
imperial
veins
And
tumbles
in
the
sea.
The
crowd
retire
with
an
oath
The
dust
in
streets
goes
down,
And
clerks
in
counting-rooms
observe,
'T
was
only
a
balloon.
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