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 –
Jai Rodgers
Emily Dickenson’s "After great pain, a formal feeling
comes" is an attempt to communicate to the reader the nature of the
experience which comes "after great pain." The poet is using the
imagery for this purpose, and the first line of the poem, which states the
subject of the poem, is the only abstract statement in the poem. The pain is not
a physical pain; it is some great sorrow or mental pain which leaves the mind
numbed. The nerves, she says, "sit ceremonious like tombs." The word
sit is very important here. The nerves, it is implied, are like a group of
people after a funeral sitting in the parlor in a formal hush. Then the poet
changes the image slightly by adding "like tombs." The nerves are
thus compared to two different things, but each of the comparisons contributes
to the same effect, and indeed are closely related: people dressed in black
sitting around a room after a funeral may be said to be like tombs. And why
does the reference to “tombs” seem such a good symbol for a person who has just
suffered great pain (whether it be a real person or the nerves of such a person
personified)? Because a tomb has to a supreme degree the qualities of deadness
(quietness, stillness) and of formality (ceremony, stiffness).
A Brave and Startling Truth
We, unaccustomed to courage exiles from delightlive coiled in shells of loneliness
until love leaves its high holy temple
and comes into our sight
to liberate us into life.
If we are bold, love strikes away the chains of fear from our souls.
Love costs all we are and will ever be.
Yet it is only love which sets us free.
A Brave and Startling Truth.
It is possible and imperative that we discover
A brave and startling truth.
When we come to it
We, this people, on this wayward, floating body
Created on this earth, of this earth
Have the power to fashion for this earth
A climate where every man and every woman
Can live freely without sanctimonious piety
And without crippling fear
When we come to it
We must confess that we are the possible
We are the miraculous, the true wonders of this world
That is when, and only when
We come to it.
- Maya Angelou