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After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes Analysis



Author: Poetry of Emily Dickinson Type: Poetry Views: 3126





After great pain, a formal feeling comes--

The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Toombs--

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--





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Posted on 2012-05-23 | by a guest who ever posted this crap really makes you mad to those who read it. anyways the In the first stanza Emily talks about, �a great pain,� in line one. To me, I took this great pain at first to be about love, but then after reading the rest of the poem decided that perhaps she is really talking about the pain of death. In the next line she says that, �The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs.� The choice of words such as �nerves� relating to the body and the fact that the nerves feel like, �tombs,� along with the �Stiff heart� in line three strengthened my thoughts that the poem suggests the author�s feelings recovering from the death of someone she knows. I also could not help but notice that the �He� she is talking about is capitalized. After pondering why �He� would be capitalized and the fact that in line five she talks about �centuries before� made me think that �He� is really Jesus Christ.

| Posted on 2013-11-12 | by a guest


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when someone you depended upon, loves, maybe even took advantage of and did not know how good you really had it; Leaves or Dies you are lost but still have to go on existing, \"wooden\" like a mechanical wind-up toy. This is a tough place to be. It\'s hurt, loss,pain, awareness of the mistakes you\'ve made and know you can\'t change a thing. The person you gave away, you now want back But it\'s too late.

| Posted on 2013-04-28 | by a guest


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when someone you depended upon, loves, maybe even took advantage of and did not know how good you really had it; Leaves or Dies you are lost but still have to go on existing, \"wooden\" like a mechanical wind-up toy. This is a tough place to be. It\'s hurt, loss,pain, awareness of the mistakes you\'ve made and know you can\'t change a thing. The person you gave away, you now want back But it\'s too late.

| Posted on 2013-04-28 | by a guest


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This poem really makes me want to cry and wet myself. I jizzed several times while reading this, well done emily, well done.

| Posted on 2012-05-23 | by a guest


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It seems to me to be about the circle of life leading to death, but starting with death. Death and reflection...what\'s left. Death and remembering the youth, life, family, and the memory that goes on, to some seeming like ancient history, who are the offspring or what\'s left behind. Legacy and memorial and the process of experiencing the loss and the rituals of death. Thinking back and remembering the life as if it was yesterday. Obviously speaks to me as the loss of a father, grandfather, husband.

| Posted on 2012-02-28 | by a guest


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In the first stanza Emily talks about, a great pain, in line one. To me, I took this great pain at first to be about love, but then after reading the rest of the poem decided that perhaps she is really talking about the pain of death. In the next line she says that, The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs. The choice of words such as nerves relating to the body and the fact that the nerves feel like, tombs, along with the Stiff heart in line three strengthened my thoughts that the poem suggests the authors feelings recovering from the death of someone she knows. I also could not help but notice that the He she is talking about is capitalized. After pondering why He would be capitalized and the fact that in line five she talks about centuries before made me think that He is really Jesus Christ.

| Posted on 2008-04-03 | by a guest


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After the great pain of someones death comes the formal feeling of a funeral. The people are quiet and still like tombs. The people like robots walk down a wooded trail to the grave site. They are stiff and still when they reach the stone. The man leads the service speaks of the deceased; of how he is remembered and who he is outlived by. The people stand watching in the cold and in the snow. First, they are cold. Then, they are numb. Then, they have to let go and go back to life.

| Posted on 2008-02-24 | by a guest


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After the great pain of someones death comes the formal feeling of a funeral. The people are quiet and still like tombs. The people like robots walk down a wooded trail to the grave site. They are stiff and still when they reach the stone. The man leads the service speaks of the deceased; of how he is remembered and who he is outlived by. The people stand watching in the cold and in the snow. First, they are cold. Then, they are numb. Then, they have to let go and go back to life.

| Posted on 2008-02-24 | by a guest


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Emily is talking about an emotional hurt. Like heartache regret guilt or tragedy. She is numb and cannot feel any emotions like the part of her heart that feels is dead. She wonders if she had ever felt before since her lack of feeling is so strong. She walks through life not feeling just going through the motions still numb from hurt. "This is the Hour of Lead" the time after the hurt was first revealed and she is lead numb dead to the world. If there is ever an end to it all this ho

| Posted on 2008-01-03 | by a guest


.: anonymous :.

emily is talking about the numb feeling or the state of being in partial shock after experiencing a great pain or trauma, like if you heard a bad news and you're in a shocked state of mind. the "nerves" sit ceremonious like "tombs," describes like we almost imagine a funeral in our mind. The "stiff heart" questions "was it he that bore," is a referral to God.
And in this numb state of mind, we move around and live our lives, our "mechanical feet" walk on a "wooden way," here Dickinson metaphorizes a person who experiences great pain moves around on his feet, but his mind is still in that shock of the pain.

| Posted on 2007-05-14 | by a guest


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This poem is a basic description of the hour of death, according to what the author imagines it to be like. There are so many poetic references to things like tomb, formal, ceremony, etc., I think that it's fairly obvious it's about death, dying and our rituals.

Pain is associated with death. A heart attack is a good example. This followed by the nerves sitting like tombs. The nerves stop, and we go numb. The heart, stiff, no longer beating. The feet, mechanical, rigormortis.

The line "Of ground or air..." could be a reference to the poets questions of an afterlife. Do we turn to dust and return to the ground? Or does our spirit leave to wander in the air?

A wooden way is the wooden casket, and quartz contentment is the grave stone sprouting (grown) over the body after it's been planted, shall we say.

This is the hour of lead. Lead rhymes with "dead" and I do not believe this is an accident. This is the hour of death (dead). We become like a lump of lead... cold and lifeless.

I found the last three lines to be genius. Remembered if outlived, obviously, those who are alive remember their dead. But the author compares them to people who are in the process of freezing, "remembering" the snow. The snow is already frozen, and they are on their way (they're freezing remember!) to becoming just like the frozen snow. In the same sense, we remember our dead, yet we're dying every moment, moving ever closer to exact same fate.



| Posted on 2007-02-27 | by a guest


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In the first stanza Emily talks about, a great pain, in line one. To me, I took this great pain at first to be about love, but then after reading the rest of the poem decided that perhaps she is really talking about the pain of death. In the next line she says that, The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs. The choice of words such as nerves relating to the body and the fact that the nerves feel like, tombs, along with the Stiff heart in line three strengthened my thoughts that the poem suggests the authors feelings recovering from the death of someone she knows. I also could not help but notice that the He she is talking about is capitalized. After pondering why He would be capitalized and the fact that in line five she talks about centuries before made me think that He is really Jesus Christ.

| Posted on 2005-11-22 | by Approved Guest




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