Wall Clock — Photo-artistry by kenne
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 Seconds slim –
Decades of Arrogance between
The Dial life –
And Him.
— Emily Dickinson
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wonderful poem
A beautiful clock 💜
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