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--


Comments about After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes by Emily Dickinson

  • Veteran Poet - 1,332 Points Tanya Stewart-boateng (7/28/2015 1:59:00 PM)

    So beautifully crafted and expressed. (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 7,614 Points Savita Tyagi (7/28/2015 11:05:00 AM)

    Emily Dickinson's poetry read and re read at leisure never disappoints. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 19,559 Points Kim Barney (7/28/2015 7:43:00 AM)

    After Great Pain of rereading and rereading, it finally makes a little bit of sense. This is certainly not the best of her poems- - -far from it. (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 2,291 Points Ramesh T A (7/28/2015 3:52:00 AM)

    Stage by stage pain is very difficult to digest indeed! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 181 Points Angelina Holmes (5/5/2014 8:06:00 PM)

    Beautiful and touching :) (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 14, 2001

Poem Edited: Monday, May 14, 2001


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