Emily Dickinson

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

Crumbling Is Not An Instant's Act - Poem by Emily Dickinson

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Crumbling is not an instant's Act
A fundamental pause
Dilapidation's processes
Are organized Decays.

'Tis first a Cobweb on the Soul
A Cuticle of Dust
A Borer in the Axis
An Elemental Rust—

Ruin is formal—Devil's work
Consecutive and slow—
Fail in an instant, no man did
Slipping—is Crash's law.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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