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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 9, Poema 28
XXVI.
The
farthest
thunder
that
I
heard
Was
nearer
than
the
sky,
And
rumbles
still,
though
torrid
noons
Have
lain
their
missiles
by.
The
lightning
that
preceded
it
Struck
no
one
but
myself,
But
I
would
not
exchange
the
bolt
For
all
the
rest
of
life.
Indebtedness
to
oxygen
The
chemist
may
repay,
But
not
the
obligation
To
electricity.
It
founds
the
homes
and
decks
the
days,
And
every
clamor
bright
Is
but
the
gleam
concomitant
Of
that
waylaying
light.
The
thought
is
quiet
as
a
flake,
—
A
crash
without
a
sound;
How
life's
reverberation
Its
explanation
found!
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