After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes Poem by Emily Dickinson
After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes
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--
Doesn't work to have the poem read by machine where - This is the Hour of Lead (led) - becomes the Hour of Lead (leed) .
A very good ending....then the letting go of the pain...as usual Emily's beautiful style of a write- 10
..........wonderfully penned....my favorite line ★ A Quartz contentment, like a stone-
Emily Dickinson's poetry read and re read at leisure never disappoints.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/1/2024 7:16:21 AM # 1.0.0
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.