Taking on the World• Show poetry

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
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

Emily Dickinson


This is one of the best poems that I have ever read and understood. This is a very deep and emotional poem.

My name is Tatiana and I am currently engaged to the most wonderful man on earth. I love poetry, writing, reading, anything that has to do with my hands being busy...I love to do it. I loved attending my English classes in school because of the cultrual diversity and wonder of Literature and "other worlds" is very facinating to me. I am also a major History and science buff. If you get me started on one of the subjects...I can just about talk your ear off or deliver many interesting facts. For the poets, "May God keep the ink flowing".