On my volcano grows the Grass, por Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

On my volcano grows the Grass

A meditative spot -

An acre for a Bird to choose

Would be the General thought -

How red the Fire rocks below -

How insecure the sod

Did I disclose

Would populate with awe my solitude.

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