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I felt a Funeral, in my Brain
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain Emily Dickinson 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 -
I felt a funeral happening in my mind people were moving back and forth They kept walking until it seemed like understanding was breaking through. And when they all sat down, a ceremony like a drum Kept beating until I thought My mind was becoming numb. And then I heard them lift a coffin and move across my soul With those same heavy boots, again, Then space began to ring, As if all the heavens were a bell, and existence was just an ear, And I, and silence, were some strange group, ruined and alone here. And then a plank in my reasoning broke, and I fell down, and down - and hit a world at every drop, and stopped knowing - then.