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Emily Dickinson : A clock stopped—not the mantel’s

A clock stopped—not the mantel’s;
	Geneva’s farthest skill
Can’t put the puppet bowing
	That just now dangled still.

An awe came on the trinket!
	The figures hunched with pain,
Then quivered out of decimals
	Into degreeless noon.

It will not stir for doctors,
	This pendulum of snow;
The shopman importunes it,
	While cool, concernless No

Nods from gilded pointers,
	Nods from the seconds slim,
Decades of arrogance between
	The dial life and him. 

Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)	P.1896

 
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