Sunday, January 27, 2008

poetry time

do you have a favourite poem? is there one that seems to evoke a certain feeling from your core every time you read it? here's a poem that i meditate on quite frequently:

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--
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--

- emily dickinson

i hope you are all comfy and warm at home on this cold sunday night.


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