It ceased to hurt me though so slow
Read 'It ceased to hurt me though so slow' by 'Emily Dickinson' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
It ceased to hurt me though so slow by Emily Dickinson
It ceased to hurt me, though so slow
I could not feel the Anguish go --
But only knew by looking back --
That something -- had benumbed the Track --
Nor when it altered, I could say,
For I had worn it, every day,
As constant as the Childish frock --
I hung upon the Peg, at night.
But not the Grief -- that nestled close
As needles -- ladies softly press
To Cushions Cheeks --
To keep their place --
Nor what consoled it, I could trace --
Except, whereas 'twas Wilderness --
It's better -- almost Peace --
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