After great pain, a formal feeling comes. The Nerves sit ceremonious, like tombs. – Emily Dickinson
If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry. – Emily Dickinson

After great pain, a formal feeling comes. The Nerves sit ceremonious, like tombs. – Emily Dickinson
If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry. – Emily Dickinson
His Labor is a Chant — his Idleness — a Tune — oh, for a Bees experience of Clovers, and of Noon! – Emily Dickinson
Surgeons must be very careful. When they take the knife!,
Underneath their fine incisions, stirs the Culprit – Life! – Emily Dickinson