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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 7, Poema 43
L.
THE
SNOW.
Snow
falls
from
heavy
clouds,
It
covers
all
the
trees,
It
fills
the
road
with
white
Like
soft
wool
everywhere.
It
makes
mountains
and
plains
Look
the
same
and
smooth,
From
the
east
to
the
west
All
covered
in
snow.
It
reaches
the
fence,
Covers
it
rail
by
rail,
Until
it
is
lost
in
white;
A
crystal
cover
is
thrown
On
stumps
and
stacks
and
stems,
—
The
summer
is
now
gone,
Fields
where
food
grew
before,
Now
empty,
only
snow.
It
touches
posts
like
a
queen's
dress,
Then
stops
and
is
quiet,
Like
it
never
was
there,
But
snow
is
all
around.
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