Clare Gaylard Glass
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After great pain a formal feeling comes -
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I found the following Emily Dickinson poem myself, many years ago, and gradually hunted out (without money for books or the wonderful/terrible internet), her considerable canon of poetry. There is a special sense of ownership that comes with personal discovery.
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 way
Of Ground, or Air, or Ought –
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 –
Categories: Inspiration
