(thing) by Irfan Tue Jul 23 2002 at 17:24:06
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.
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