Crumbling Is Not An Instant's Act - Poem by Emily Dickinson
Crumbling is not an instant's Act
A fundamental pause
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.
Comments about Crumbling Is Not An Instant's Act by Emily Dickinson
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Read poems about / on: work
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You