A Clock Stopped by Emily Dickinson

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 the Gilded pointers —
Nods from the Seconds slim —
Decades of Arrogance between
The Dial life —
And Him —

Poet: Emily Dickinson
Born: 10 December 1830, Massachusetts, USA
American
Died: 15 May 1886, Massachusetts, USA
Buried: West Cemetery, Amherst, Massachusetts, USA

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