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.
......seems as if she is speaking of someone passing away...a clock stopped...a heart stopped...a clock goes tick tock....a heart goes thump thump...both continuously until one stops...
Nods from the gilded pointers Nods from seconds slim Decades of arrogance between The dial life and him." Hats off to the flight of imagery of the great poetess.
clock- It will not stir for doctors, This pendulum of snow; ..../// beautiful poem
Into degreeless noon! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Nods from the gilded pointers, Nods from seconds slim, Decades of arrogance between The dial life and him. good writings great 10+++++++++++++++++++++++++++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I'm doing a project on Emily Dickinson for my 11th grade American Literature class, and i need to find a poem by Miss Emily Dickinson and then analyze it, i chose this poem, but i don't really understand it, so if anybody could please explain it to me and help me to better understand it, i would be extremely grateful.