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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 6, Poema 21
XXI.
A
TEMPEST.
A
big
storm
hit
the
air,
The
clouds
were
few;
A
black,
like
a
cloak,
Hid
heaven
and
earth.
The
creatures
laughed
on
roofs
And
whistled
in
the
air,
And
shook
fists
and
teeth.
And
swung
their
hair.
The
morning
came,
the
birds
rose;
The
monster's
eyes
Turned
to
his
home,
And
peace
was
Paradise!
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