After great pain, a formal feeling comes. The Nerves sit ceremonious, like tombs.
Meaning of the quote
After going through a lot of pain, people often feel very formal or distant. Their nerves and emotions become like tombs - quiet, serious, and almost lifeless. This is Dickinson's way of describing how the body and mind react to intense suffering.
About Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson was an American poet who lived a reclusive life, but her poems have since been recognized as some of the most important in American literature. Though little-known during her lifetime, Dickinson’s unique poetic style and themes of death, immortality, and nature have made her a celebrated figure in American poetry.
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