Emily Dickinson (1830–86). Complete Poems. 1924. |
Part Four: Time and Eternity
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| A CLOCK stopped—not the mantel’s; | |
| Geneva’s farthest skill | |
| Can’t put the puppet bowing | |
| That just now dangled still. | |
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| An awe came on the trinket! | 5 |
| The figures hunched with pain, | |
| Then quivered out of decimals | |
| Into degreeless noon. | |
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| It will not stir for doctors, | |
| This pendulum of snow; | 10 |
| The shopman importunes it, | |
| While cool, concernless No | |
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| Nods from the gilded pointers, | |
| Nods from the seconds slim, | |
| Decades of arrogance between | 15 |
| The dial life and him. | |
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