Male C. Pig a.k.a. Svinopolist (piggymouse) wrote,
Male C. Pig a.k.a. Svinopolist

As freezing persons recollect the snow

Дикинсон крутая.

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.

1862й год однако. Ну и да, "many are cold, but few are frozen".

Tags: dickinson, poetry

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