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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 4, Poema 16
XVI.
REFUGE.
The
clouds
gathered
together,
The
north
wind
began
to
blow,
The
forests
ran
until
they
fell,
The
lightning
jumped
like
mice;
The
thunder
crumbled
like
cloth
—
How
good
to
be
safe
in
tombs,
Where
nature's
anger
can't
reach,
Nor
revenge
ever
comes!
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