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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 7, Poema 43
XLIII.
THE
JUGGLER
OF
DAY.
Blazing
in
gold
and
quenching
in
purple,
Leaping
like
leopards
to
the
sky,
Then
at
the
feet
of
the
old
horizon
Laying
her
spotted
face,
to
die;
Stooping
as
low
as
the
otter's
window,
Touching
the
roof
and
tinting
the
barn,
Kissing
her
bonnet
to
the
meadow,
—
And
the
juggler
of
day
is
gone!
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