Poem 997

by

Emily Dickinson


Crumbling is not an instant's Act

A fundamental pause

Delapidation'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--Devils work

Consecutive and slow--

Fail in an instant, no man did

Slipping--is Crashe's law.


(1865)



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