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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 3, Poema 31
XXXI.
There's
a
certain
light,
On
winter
afternoons,
That
feels
heavy,
like
the
sound
Of
church
tunes.
It
gives
a
hurt
we
feel;
We
find
no
scar,
But
inside,
a
change
Where
meanings
are.
None
can
teach
it
anything,
It's
a
seal,
despair,
—
A
royal
pain
Sent
from
the
air.
When
it
comes,
the
land
listens,
Shadows
hold
their
breath;
When
it
leaves,
it's
like
the
distance
On
the
face
of
death.
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