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