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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 7, Poema 11
XI.
MY
ROSE.
Pigmy
seraphs
gone
astray,
Velvet
people
from
Vevay,
Belles
from
some
lost
summer
day,
Bees'
exclusive
coterie.
Paris
could
not
lay
the
fold
Belted
down
with
emerald;
Venice
could
not
show
a
cheek
Of
a
tint
so
lustrous
meek.
Never
such
an
ambuscade
As
of
brier
and
leaf
displayed
For
my
little
damask
maid.
I
had
rather
wear
her
grace
Than
an
earl's
distinguished
face;
I
had
rather
dwell
like
her
Than
be
Duke
of
Exeter
Royalty
enough
for
me
To
subdue
the
bumble-bee!
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