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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 6, Poema 11
XI.
THE
LOVERS.
The
rose
did
caper
on
her
cheek,
Her
bodice
rose
and
fell,
Her
pretty
speech,
like
drunken
men,
Did
stagger
pitiful.
Her
fingers
fumbled
at
her
work,
—
Her
needle
would
not
go;
What
ailed
so
smart
a
little
maid
It
puzzled
me
to
know,
Till
opposite
I
spied
a
cheek
That
bore
another
rose;
Just
opposite,
another
speech
That
like
the
drunkard
goes;
A
vest
that,
like
the
bodice,
danced
To
the
immortal
tune,
—
Till
those
two
troubled
little
clocks
Ticked
softly
into
one.
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