Emily Dickinson

(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)

A Clock Stopped -- Not The Mantel's - Poem 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 seconds slim,
Decades of arrogance between
The dial life and him.

Comments about A Clock Stopped -- Not The Mantel's by Emily Dickinson

  • Rookie - 187 Points Angelina Holmes (5/3/2014 9:56:00 AM)

    Time is such a fickle thing..... (Report) Reply

    2 person liked.
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  • Gold Star - 36,605 Points * Sunprincess * (4/29/2014 9:48:00 PM)

    ........a wonderful write....enjoyed... (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 184 Points Brian Jani (4/25/2014 5:37:00 PM)

    Awesome I like this poem (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 36,605 Points * Sunprincess * (1/25/2014 11:09:00 PM)

    ......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... (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 5 Points Adam Sobh (4/10/2009 11:54:00 AM)

    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. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Oliver Hageman (9/4/2006 9:31:00 AM)

    The clock which is not the mantel's is the human heart (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 2,939 Points john tiong chunghoo (3/25/2006 9:44:00 AM)

    old clock
    louder than
    neighbour's new (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 14, 2001

Poem Edited: Monday, May 14, 2001

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