Re: I love this poem by Dickinson

[Guest guest]

Loved her poems too. Very indepth

jess

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> After great pain, a formal feeling comes †"

> BY EMILY DICKINSON

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> 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’?

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> The Feet, mechanical, go round †"

> A Wooden way

> Of Ground, or Air, or Ought †"

> Regardless grown,

> A Quartz contentment, like a stone †"

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> This is the Hour of Lead †"

> Remembered, if outlived,

> As Freezing persons, recollect the Snow †"

> First †" Chill †" then Stupor †" then the letting go †"

>

[Guest guest]

Crikey! , you sound just lke me. Sometimes, especially if it's

sunny, I might feel quite happy even, but those wretched feelings of

anxiety, dread, and physical pain from muscular tension are always there

ruining my life But I'm also aware that deep down I might be actually

very unhappy afterall but this is being covered up by the superficial

playfulness and the messing about that I always doing. I once read that

it is possible to suffer from a major depression and not feel depressed

at all. This is because high levels of fear and anxiety are stimulating

lots of excitatory chemicals in your brain, like noradrenaline and

cortisol - which are feel good neurotransmitters -and these knock out

feelings of depression. I have always wondered if this is what is

happening to me, because I do feel overwhelmed by all of this. I'm

rather in a bit of mess with all these contradictions pulling me to

bits, but hopefully this explains some the reasons behind those bizarre

posts I often put out here.

Kv

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> >

> > After great pain, a formal feeling comes †"

> > 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 †"

> >

>

[Guest guest]

Crikey! , you sound just lke me. Sometimes, especially if it's

sunny, I might feel quite happy even, but those wretched feelings of

anxiety, dread, and physical pain from muscular tension are always there

ruining my life But I'm also aware that deep down I might be actually

very unhappy afterall but this is being covered up by the superficial

playfulness and the messing about that I always doing. I once read that

it is possible to suffer from a major depression and not feel depressed

at all. This is because high levels of fear and anxiety are stimulating

lots of excitatory chemicals in your brain, like noradrenaline and

cortisol - which are feel good neurotransmitters -and these knock out

feelings of depression. I have always wondered if this is what is

happening to me, because I do feel overwhelmed by all of this. I'm

rather in a bit of mess with all these contradictions pulling me to

bits, but hopefully this explains some the reasons behind those bizarre

posts I often put out here.

Kv

> >

> >

> > After great pain, a formal feeling comes †"

> > 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 †"

> >

>

[Guest guest]

Right on, .

I did get some depression a few weeks back but it only lasted a few

weeks. I don't know which is worse, depession or anxiety, I would say

depression is because it can make everything so black and pointless.

Still, my anxiety has given me IBS again, so now I having my worst

haemorrhoids attack ever, plus I have indigestion and acid pains which

can be agony, Plus, also, due to stress and poor sleep, I went flying

off my push bike the other day smashing all my ribbs and hip in. So with

this little lot, and my chronic muscular tension, I'm right done in at

the moment. I hope I see some light coming through soon.

Kv

> > >

> > >

> > > After great pain, a formal feeling comes †"

> > > BY EMILY DICKINSON

> > >

> > >

> > > After great pain, a formal feeling comes †"

> > > The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs †"

> > > The stiff Heart questions â€ˊ" was it He, that

> bore,’

> > > And â€ˊ" 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 †"

> > >

> >

>

[Guest guest]

Right on, .

I did get some depression a few weeks back but it only lasted a few

weeks. I don't know which is worse, depession or anxiety, I would say

depression is because it can make everything so black and pointless.

Still, my anxiety has given me IBS again, so now I having my worst

haemorrhoids attack ever, plus I have indigestion and acid pains which

can be agony, Plus, also, due to stress and poor sleep, I went flying

off my push bike the other day smashing all my ribbs and hip in. So with

this little lot, and my chronic muscular tension, I'm right done in at

the moment. I hope I see some light coming through soon.

Kv

> > >

> > >

> > > After great pain, a formal feeling comes †"

> > > BY EMILY DICKINSON

> > >

> > >

> > > After great pain, a formal feeling comes †"

> > > The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs †"

> > > The stiff Heart questions â€ˊ" was it He, that

> bore,’

> > > And â€ˊ" 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 †"

> > >

> >

>