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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
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.
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