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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 7, Poema 37
XXXVII.
A
THUNDER-STORM.
The
wind
began
to
rock
the
grass
With
threatening
tunes
and
low,—
He
hurled
a
menace
at
the
earth,
A
menace
at
the
sky.
The
leaves
unhooked
themselves
from
trees
And
scattered
everywhere;
The
dust
scooped
itself
like
hands
And
tossed
aside
the
road.
The
wagons
quickened
on
the
streets,
The
thunder
moved
slowly;
The
lightning
showed
a
yellow
beak,
And
then
a
livid
claw.
The
birds
closed
the
gates
to
nests,
The
cattle
fled
to
barns;
One
giant
raindrop
fell,
And
then,
as
if
the
hands
That
held
the
dams
released
their
grip,
The
waters
wrecked
the
sky,
But
spared
my
father's
house,
Merely
quartering
a
tree.
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