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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 11, Poema 27
XXVII.
AURORA.
Of
bronze
and
blaze
The
north,
to-night!
So
adequate
its
forms,
So
preconcerted
with
itself,
So
distant
to
alarms,
—
An
unconcern
so
sovereign
To
universe,
or
me,
It
paints
my
simple
spirit
With
tints
of
majesty,
Till
I
take
vaster
attitudes,
And
strut
upon
my
stem,
Disdaining
men
and
oxygen,
For
arrogance
of
them.
My
splendors
are
menagerie;
But
their
competeless
show
Will
entertain
the
centuries
When
I
am,
long
ago,
An
island
in
dishonored
grass,
Whom
none
but
daisies
know.
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