The poem you're referring to is "A Clock Stopped" by Emily Dickinson. Here it is:

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—
This Shopman importunes it—
While cool—concernless No—

Nods from the Gilded pointers—
Nods from the Seconds slim—
Decades of Arrogance between
The Dial life—

And Him—

This poem captures Dickinson's fascination with mortality and the passage of time, as well as her characteristic use of dashes and enigmatic imagery.
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