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Fr McNamara and I were discussing some of the
difficulties in Christendom.  He shared this poem with
me.

CRUMBLING BY EMILY DICKINSON
POEM 997

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.
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.

In searching for the poem on the internet, I found all
of her poems at this address:

http://en.wikisource.org/wiki/Crumbling_is_not_an_instant's_Act

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