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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 3, Poema 30
XXX.
THE
HEMLOCK.
I
think
the
hemlock
likes
to
stand
Upon
a
marge
of
snow;
It
suits
his
own
austerity,
And
satisfies
an
awe
That
men
must
slake
in
wilderness,
Or
in
the
desert
cloy,
—
An
instinct
for
the
hoar,
the
bald,
Lapland's
necessity.
The
hemlock's
nature
thrives
on
cold;
The
gnash
of
northern
winds
Is
sweetest
nutriment
to
him,
His
best
Norwegian
wines.
To
satin
races
he
is
nought;
But
children
on
the
Don
Beneath
his
tabernacles
play,
And
Dnieper
wrestlers
run.
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