Sunday, September 13, 2015

After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes







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.







--- Emily Dickinson

5 comments:

Mustang said...

Emily was the original Bald Vinny.

el duque said...

I cried.

Ken of Brooklyn said...

Absolutely beautiful John M, bless you!

Anonymous said...

Dustin goes bustin!

KD said...

I heard the flies buzzing after the double header on Saturday. Did you hear them too, John M?