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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 3, Poema 15
XV.
THE
BEE.
Like
trains
of
cars
on
tracks
of
plush
I
hear
the
level
bee:
A
jar
across
the
flowers
goes,
Their
velvet
masonry
Withstands
until
the
sweet
assault
Their
chivalry
consumes,
While
he,
victorious,
tilts
away
To
vanquish
other
blooms.
His
feet
are
shod
with
gauze,
His
helmet
is
of
gold;
His
breast,
a
single
onyx
With
chrysoprase,
inlaid.
His
labor
is
a
chant,
His
idleness
a
tune;
Oh,
for
a
bee's
experience
Of
clovers
and
of
noon!
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