Emily Dickinson

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

After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes - Poem by Emily Dickinson

After great pain, a formal feeling comes--
The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Toombs--
The stiff Heart questions was it He, that bore,
And Yesterday, or Centuries before?

The Feet, mechanical, go round--
Of Ground, or Air, or Ought--
A Wooden way
Regardless grown,
A Quartz contentment, like a stone--

This is the Hour of Lead--
Remembered, if outlived,
As Freezing persons recollect the Snow--
First--Chill--then Stupor--then the letting go--


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  • Rookie - 178 Points Angelina Holmes (5/5/2014 8:06:00 PM)

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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 14, 2001

Poem Edited: Monday, May 14, 2001


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