After great pain, a formal feeling comes โ The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs โ The stiff Heart questions was it He, that bore, And Yesterday, or Centuries before? The Feet, mechanical, go round โ Of Ground, or Air, or Ought โ A Wooden way Regardless grown, A Quartz contentment, like a stone โ This is the Hour of Lead โ Remembered, if outlived, As Freezing persons, recollect the Snow โ First โ Chill โ then Stupor โ then the letting go โ
Emily DickinsonSomewhere in my soul a thought went up in my mind today that I have had before, but did not finish, some way back, I could not fix the year. Nor where it went, nor why it came the second time to me, nor definetly what it was, have I the art to say. But somewhere in my soul, I know I've met the thing before; it just reminded me-' twas all'-and came my way no more.
Emily Dickinson