Day 302: The Letting Go

My favourite line of any poem ever is from Emily Dickinson’s After Great Pain a Formal Feeling Comes, and the line is “First – Chill – then stupor – then the letting go –“. The reason why I’m writing about this is because I’m at “the letting go” stage for a lot of things thatContinue reading “Day 302: The Letting Go”

Day 284: Poem of the day

BY Emily Dickinson Crumbling is not an instant’s Act A fundamental pause Dilapidation’s processes Are organized Decays — ‘Tis first a Cobweb on the Soul A Cuticle of Dust A Borer in the Axis An Elemental Rust — Ruin is formal — Devil’s work Consecutive and slow — Fail in an instant, no man didContinue reading “Day 284: Poem of the day”

Day 279: Poem of the Day

By Emily Dickinson Success is counted sweetest By those who ne’er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need. Not one of all the purple Host Who took the Flag today Can tell the definition So clear of victory As he defeated – dying – On whose forbidden ear The distant strains of triumph BurstContinue reading “Day 279: Poem of the Day”

Day 270: Emily Dickinson

A poem by Emily Dickinson: It is easy to work when the soul is at play – But when the soul is in pain – The hearing him put his playthings up Makes work difficult – then – It is simple, to ache in the Bone, or the Rind – But Gimblets – among theContinue reading “Day 270: Emily Dickinson”

Day 241: A Man May Make a Remark

By Emily Dickinson A Man may make a Remark – In itself – a quiet thing That may furnish the fuse into a spark In dormant nature – lain – Let us divide – with skill – Let us discourse – with care – Powder exists in Charcoal – Before it exists in Fire –Continue reading “Day 241: A Man May Make a Remark”