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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
greatest
skill
Can't
fix
the
puppet
bowing
That
just
now
was
still.
An
awe
came
on
the
trinket!
The
figures
bent
with
pain,
Then
moved
out
of
decimals
Into
endless
noon.
It
won't
move
for
doctors,
This
pendulum
of
snow;
The
shopman
asks
it,
While
a
cool,
clear
No
Nods
from
the
golden
pointers,
Nods
from
the
seconds
slim,
Years
of
pride
between
The
dial
life
and
him.
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