Explore "A Clock Stopped -- not the Mantel's" by Emily Dickinson on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
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.