It Ceased to Hurt Me, Though So Slow
poem 584
It Ceased to Hurt Me, Though So Slow - meaning Summary
Pain's Slow, Unnoticed Easing
This poem describes recovery from an emotional hurt that fades so gradually the speaker cannot perceive the change in the moment. Only in retrospect does she notice that the pathway of pain has been dulled, like a well-worn garment hung aside. Yet intimate grief remains, close and persistent, distinct from the softened pain. The comforting force that follows is unnamed and subtle; the speaker can only register that what was once a wilderness has shifted toward something like peace. The tone is reflective, quietly observational about loss and gradual healing.
Read Complete AnalysesIt 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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