Orangegotango: After Great Pain, a Formal Feeling Comes

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drawings and animation by Marguerita

poem by Emily Dickinson

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