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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 3, Poema 8
VIII.
SUMMER'S
ARMIES.
Some
rainbow
coming
from
the
fair!
Some
vision
of
the
world
Cashmere
I
confidently
see!
Or
else
a
peacock's
purple
train,
Feather
by
feather,
on
the
plain
Fritters
itself
away!
The
dreamy
butterflies
bestir,
Lethargic
pools
resume
the
whir
Of
last
year's
sundered
tune.
From
some
old
fortress
on
the
sun
Baronial
bees
march,
one
by
one,
In
murmuring
platoon!
The
robins
stand
as
thick
to-day
As
flakes
of
snow
stood
yesterday,
On
fence
and
roof
and
twig.
The
orchis
binds
her
feather
on
For
her
old
lover,
Don
the
Sun,
Revisiting
the
bog!
Without
commander,
countless,
still,
The
regiment
of
wood
and
hill
In
bright
detachment
stand.
Behold!
Whose
multitudes
are
these?
The
children
of
whose
turbaned
seas,
Or
what
Circassian
land?
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