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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 7, Poema 7
VII.
THE
BUTTERFLY'S
DAY.
From
cocoon
forth
a
butterfly
As
lady
from
her
door
Emerged
—
a
summer
afternoon
—
Repairing
everywhere,
Without
design,
that
I
could
trace,
Except
to
stray
abroad
On
miscellaneous
enterprise
The
clovers
understood.
Her
pretty
parasol
was
seen
Contracting
in
a
field
Where
men
made
hay,
then
struggling
hard
With
an
opposing
cloud,
Where
parties,
phantom
as
herself,
To
Nowhere
seemed
to
go
In
purposeless
circumference,
As
't
were
a
tropic
show.
And
notwithstanding
bee
that
worked,
And
flower
that
zealous
blew,
This
audience
of
idleness
Disdained
them,
from
the
sky,
Till
sundown
crept,
a
steady
tide,
And
men
that
made
the
hay,
And
afternoon,
and
butterfly,
Extinguished
in
its
sea.
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