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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 7, Poema 25
XXV.
THE
MUSHROOM.
The
mushroom
is
the
elf
of
plants,
At
evening
it
is
not;
At
morning
in
a
truffled
hut
It
stops
upon
a
spot
As
if
it
tarried
always;
And
yet
its
whole
career
Is
shorter
than
a
snake's
delay,
And
fleeter
than
a
tare.
'T
is
vegetation's
juggler,
The
germ
of
alibi;
Doth
like
a
bubble
antedate,
And
like
a
bubble
hie.
I
feel
as
if
the
grass
were
pleased
To
have
it
intermit;
The
surreptitious
scion
Of
summer's
circumspect.
Had
nature
any
outcast
face,
Could
she
a
son
contemn,
Had
nature
an
Iscariot,
That
mushroom,
—
it
is
him.
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