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--

by Emily Dickinson

Comments (8)

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-
So beautifully crafted and expressed.
Emily Dickinson's poetry read and re read at leisure never disappoints.
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