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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 7, Poema 37
XXXVII.
A
THUNDER-STORM.
The
wind
begun
to
rock
the
grass
With
threatening
tunes
and
low,
—
He
flung
a
menace
at
the
earth,
A
menace
at
the
sky.
The
leaves
unhooked
themselves
from
trees
And
started
all
abroad;
The
dust
did
scoop
itself
like
hands
And
throw
away
the
road.
The
wagons
quickened
on
the
streets,
The
thunder
hurried
slow;
The
lightning
showed
a
yellow
beak,
And
then
a
livid
claw.
The
birds
put
up
the
bars
to
nests,
The
cattle
fled
to
barns;
There
came
one
drop
of
giant
rain,
And
then,
as
if
the
hands
That
held
the
dams
had
parted
hold,
The
waters
wrecked
the
sky,
But
overlooked
my
father's
house,
Just
quartering
a
tree.
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