I felt a Funeral, in my Brain —— by Emily Dickinson

September 17, 2008

I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,
And Mourners to and fro
Kept treading – treading – till it seemed
That Sense was breaking through –

And when they all were seated,
A Service, like a Drum –
Kept beating – beating – till I thought
My Mind was going numb –

And then I heard them lift a Box
And creak across my Soul
With those same Boots of Lead, again,
Then Space – began to toll,

As all the Heavens were a Bell,
And Being, but an Ear,
And I, and Silence, some strange Race
Wrecked, solitary, here –

And then a Plank in Reason, broke,
And I dropped down, and down –
And hit a World, at every plunge,
And Finished knowing – then –


4 Responses to “I felt a Funeral, in my Brain —— by Emily Dickinson”

  1. Emily Dickinson has always been my favorite poet. The way she says and describes things is so especially unique to her alone. Good post.

  2. sleepingspirit Says:

    she is brilliant,she is a legend just comes once in a life.

  3. Georgaria Says:

    “I felt a Funeral, in my Brain” explores several subjects contained within an extended metaphor of a funeral service. There is no way to fully conceptualize what kind of people they are. The whole poem has a quick beating rhythm like the Drum in the poem created by using short words and by using repetition of “beating” and “treading” we have the added effect of stress.

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