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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 4, Poema 16
XVI.
REFUGE.
The
clouds
joined
their
backs,
The
north
began
to
push,
The
forests
galloped
until
they
fell,
The
lightning
skipped
like
mice;
The
thunder
crumbled
like
fabric
—
How
good
to
be
safe
in
tombs,
Where
nature's
moods
cannot
reach,
Nor
vengeance
ever
comes!
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