After great pain, a formal feeling comes – (372)
Date: April 6, 2022
Categories: poems
Emily Dickinson After great pain, a formal feeling comes –The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs –The stiff Heart questions ‘was it He, that bore,’And ‘Yesterday, or Centuries before’? The Feet, mechanical, go round –A Wooden wayOf Ground, or Air, or Ought –Regardless grown,A Quartz contentment, like a stone – This is the Hour of Lead … Read More