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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 7, Poema 23
XXIII.
IN
THE
GARDEN.
A
bird
came
down
the
walk:
He
did
not
know
I
saw;
He
bit
an
angle-worm
in
halves
And
ate
the
fellow,
raw.
And
then
he
drank
a
dew
From
a
convenient
grass,
And
then
hopped
sidewise
to
the
wall
To
let
a
beetle
pass.
He
glanced
with
rapid
eyes
That
hurried
all
abroad,
—
They
looked
like
frightened
beads,
I
thought;
He
stirred
his
velvet
head
Like
one
in
danger;
cautious,
I
offered
him
a
crumb,
And
he
unrolled
his
feathers
And
rowed
him
softer
home
Than
oars
divide
the
ocean,
Too
silver
for
a
seam,
Or
butterflies,
off
banks
of
noon,
Leap,
splashless,
as
they
swim.
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