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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 12, Poema 53
LIII.
A
clock
stopped
—
not
the
one
on
the
mantel;
Geneva's
finest
skill
Cannot
revive
the
puppet
bowing
That
just
now
hung
still.
An
awe
enveloped
the
trinket!
The
figures
hunched
with
pain,
Then
quivered
out
of
decimals
Into
timeless
noon.
It
will
not
stir
for
doctors,
This
pendulum
of
snow;
The
shopkeeper
implores
it,
While
indifferent
No
Nods
from
the
gilded
pointers,
Nods
from
the
slender
seconds,
Decades
of
arrogance
between
The
dial's
life
and
him.
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