431

After great pain, a formal feeling comes --

when something extremely hurtful happens, my emotions run rampid and through the streets, like wild kids in a gang cursing and throwing rocks at dogs rather than being home where they should be, and then suddenly out of nowhere, an extremely sophisticated feeling arrives... like that of an elegant woman stepping into a dressy party.

The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs --

What was so rampid and playing at such a high pitch is now sitting peaceful. But not like a baby sleeping, like a dead rodent laying on the street.

The stiff Heart questions was it He, that bore,

My I don't want my thoughts to venture here, but I keep wondering if there is someone that placed this together, I feel leaning towards the doubtful side because I feel so closed off to this idea.

And Yesterday, or Centuries before?
And if someone placed this together, it seems that it did not all begin today, but it would have to be forever in the past. If i dwell on someone creating and bearing yesterday, then it must have been before yesterday that He started creating, started baring.

The Feet, mechanical, go round --

I walk around in my own thoughts, thinking the same things over and over again, wondering the same questions, circling ideas in my head, what feels like the same thoughts, the same observations. I like that she used mechanical to talk about circling. She must be talking about something emotional rather than actually feet because she just mentioned the heart.

Of Ground, or Air, or Ought --
Going from one thing to the next, thinking of the things around her, above her, the things that she has to do. it is interesting that she placed things that she feels the need to do along side with the ground and the air.

A Wooden way

The way that her mechanical thoughts are going around resembles wood. This is fascinating because wood is stiff and still with so many crevices and problems. I like the idea for walking about mechanically and being wood like.

Regardless grown,

This statement makes me think of ivy growing along a wall, with no regard for which way it is growing and and it still continues to grow, no matter what others try to tell it or hope for it to do. Her feet are now goin in circles, mechanical, woodlike, and growing everywhich way with the regard for others.

A Quartz contentment, like a stone --
a stone is happy in its most simply form. Just sitting and existing, in a very pure way. She compares her happiness to that of a stone, being happy. Still and no movement, yet still completely content.

This is the Hour of Lead --

This places the poem in a specific time, not just a general idea or feeling. It is a specific time that these feelings are approaching.

Remembered, if outlived,

This hour and this space in time will be remembered if she lives passed it. Basically, as long as she is living, she will remember this hour of time. The hour of Lead.. I like that she states that she'll remember this time, as long as it is outlived, living passed it.

As Freezing persons, recollect the Snow --

Just like a person that is already laying in the snow and freezing cold, first react to receiving more cold. I see the person laying in the snow in the feudal position, and the snow begins to fall more and their body collects the snow in corners.

First -- Chill -- then Stupor -- then the letting go --
The first thing this person laying in the snow feels is extremely cold. Then they loose connection with reality and are unaware of whats going on. Then they let go. I don't think this is dying, but more so representing the phase you feel before you die. You just let go of trying to hold onto life.