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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 11, Poema 4
IV.
THE
WAKING
YEAR.
A
lady
red
upon
the
hill
Her
annual
secret
keeps;
A
lady
white
within
the
field
In
placid
lily
sleeps!
The
tidy
breezes
with
their
brooms
Sweep
vale,
and
hill,
and
tree!
Prithee,
my
pretty
housewives!
Who
may
expected
be?
The
neighbors
do
not
yet
suspect!
The
woods
exchange
a
smile
—
Orchard,
and
buttercup,
and
bird
—
In
such
a
little
while!
And
yet
how
still
the
landscape
stands,
How
nonchalant
the
wood,
As
if
the
resurrection
Were
nothing
very
odd!
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