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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 12, Poema 53
LIII.
A
clock
stopped
—
not
the
mantel's;
Geneva's
best
skill
Can't
fix
the
puppet
bowing
That
now
hangs
still.
An
awe
came
on
the
trinket!
The
figures
bent
with
pain,
Then
moved
from
numbers
Into
a
timeless
noon.
It
won't
move
for
doctors,
This
snow
pendulum;
The
shopman
asks
it,
While
a
cool,
calm
No
Nods
from
the
golden
pointers,
Nods
from
the
seconds
slim,
Years
of
pride
between
The
clock's
life
and
him.
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