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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 7, Poema 21
XXI.
A
TEMPEST.
An
awful
tempest
mashed
the
air,
The
clouds
were
gaunt
and
few;
A
black,
as
of
a
spectre's
cloak,
Hid
heaven
and
earth
from
view.
The
creatures
chuckled
on
the
roofs
And
whistled
in
the
air,
And
shook
their
fists
and
gnashed
their
teeth.
And
swung
their
frenzied
hair.
The
morning
lit,
the
birds
arose;
The
monster's
faded
eyes
Turned
slowly
to
his
native
coast,
And
peace
was
Paradise!
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