Linda.Misek-Falkoff@f3.n157.z1.fidonet.org (Linda Misek-Falkoff) (05/07/91)
Index Number: 15441
[This is from the Chronic Pain Conference on Fidonet]
Ron -- I hope I didn't sound like I thought it was simple. Indeed there
are some who won't most unfortunately find pain relief -- but as D. H.
Lawrence said long ago,there's a network of people out here who care and
squeezing your hand. Here's a poem (c 1984 l. falkoff), let me know what
you think. Best wishes, Linda.
DURING GREAT PAIN
Emily Dickinson wrote: after great pain
A stony feeling comes; nerves, ceremonius tombs.
She knew that nerves behave in cults insane,
Render us mute, and all that mute subsumes.
Head's throat a bale of icy stormy chokes,
With rales of chilly throttles in my fines,
The distance mastered narrowing with the strokes,
The mind, The body, neither ever wins;
The dreams of Hamlet show the troubled times.
With blows and bears, and blandishments of awe
Which will not liquify within my rimes
But bear this heart alike in spiked unthaw;
Touched ganglia sing humor in their coves,
Assembled choirs in cagey criminal song;
One cannot live contained by such removes,
One must not die; one's cure may Spring along.
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