This is the Hour of Lead —

I post the following — perhaps a repetition — because it says quite a bit about how I’ve been feeling lately. Hmm. My future with blogging is uncertain, but I’ll take it one day at a time. Please visit again in the coming days to see what — if anything — shows up here. Your visits and comments would be appreciated.

After great pain, a formal feeling comes — (372)

BY 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 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 –