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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 2, Poema 31
XXXI.
There's
a
certain
light,
On
winter
afternoons,
That
feels
heavy,
Like
church
songs.
It
hurts
us;
We
can
find
no
scar,
But
inside
difference
Where
the
meanings
are.
None
can
teach
it
anything,
It
is
the
seal,
sadness,
—
A
big
hurt
Sent
from
the
air.
When
it
comes,
the
land
listens,
Shadows
hold
their
breath;
When
it
goes,
it's
like
the
distance
On
the
look
of
death.
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